#the way he snaps her out of that so quick makes me wanna cry ?? like ??
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just wanna pop in here to say…
(nsfw link) https://x.com/joincosmic/status/1738333868724572356?s=46&t=svHKAvopx9tJ6YnC7dRDGQ
this is so san??! the way he will get you to spread in front of a mirror and finger you so well but doesn’t stop when you cums and overstimulate you with his fast pace…😵💫
holy fuck 😭 NOT YOU SENDIND ME THIS WHEN IM AT MY WEAKEST???
Like when San spreads your legs open in front of the mirror of your shared apartment, which you thought getting a full length mirror was for your pretty little fashion shows you would put on for him (which you found out very quick that it’s obviously not).
He’s pressing your bare back against his chest, his cock fucking hard and rutting against your back, but he’s gonna keep himself busy with you for now.
San brings up his fingers to your lips, and tells you, “be a good girl and suck.” His voice is so dominating even when it’s mellow. You take his fingers like his good girl. Of course you do, like you’re under his fucking spell.
He internally curses at the way your tongue is swirling around his fingers, and he makes a mental note to make sure to ruin your mouth when he’s done.
You feel his breath at the shell of your ear, and each vibration of San’s voice blooms goosebumps on your skin.
“Keep your legs open for me baby”, he instructs you, as his wet fingers leave your mouth and travel down south right to your glistening, wet pussy.
He starts off with slow circles around your clit, which he locates within seconds mostly thanks to the mirror. You sigh as he picks up the pace, trying to lean onto his shoulder, your eyes almost shutting, that is, until San’s other hand is on your jaw, his voice once again reverberating in your ears.
“I didn’t tell you to close your eyes baby. Look at the mirror, or I won’t let you cum.”
You bite your lip, soft whine leaving you as you stare back at the reflection, watching the way San’s fingers start pressing against your clit, soft circles become grazing north to south, each brush only building your orgasm way too quickly.
“San…” you whine, your fists balled as the pleasure continues to build. Only San could make you putty in his arms like that—a moaning, dizzy mess.
“That’s a good girl. Look at you, so pretty letting your clit be rubbed like that. Doesn’t it feel good?”
You nod. Oh god. It feels so fucking good. When he pulls your drenched folds open and uses his middle finger to rub against your puffy clit, you bite back a cry from the pleasure and increased sensitivity. You swallow at the sight reflected into the mirror—your pussy in her full glory, slick just endlessly leaking out with every brush of his fingers, and San’s gaze never leaving your pussy through the mirror. Your small jerks and twitches, all in effort to keep your legs open don’t go unnoticed by him.
“Gonna cum. Fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum”, he hears you cry. “Please, please Sannie.”
Even through hooded eyelids, you see a smile spread across his lips as his fingers speed up rubbing your clit, the wet sounds egging you onto your orgasm.
A pitched moan bounces off the walls, and your orgasm floods you like a fucking hurricane, and you hear San behind you moaning along with you as he watches the way your cunt flutters through the mirror, white leaking through your hole. His cock is leaking precum and it’s staining your back.
“Good girl. Keep cumming like that. So fucking pretty when you’re creaming like this, baby” he groans into your ear. “Could watch you, hear you, let you cum all day, baby.”
Your high slowly wears off but San’s finger is still on your clit, small, light slaps that make you jolt from the overstimulation.
“S-sensitive”, you squeal, your legs automatically snapping shut, keeping San’s fingers trapped in between them, still on your creaming pussy.
“Bad move, baby”, San smirks against your ear, his fingers forcing your legs open. He doesn’t fucking care. He doesn’t care that you’re squirming so much to the point that that you’re crying at your overstimulation. He doesn’t care that his fingers are pruning from how fucking soaked you are while he stuffs two fingers so easily into you, watching your completely fall apart before him like you always do.
But what he does care about though, is making sure he pulls out another three more orgasms out from you before he breeds you stupid. 🩷
#ateez#ateez scenarios#ateez fanfic#ateez imagines#ateez x reader#ateez smut#smut#ateez fic#kpop smut#choi san smut#choi san ateez#ateez choi san#choi san x reader#choi san#ateez san
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That’s My Girl - [ Joel Miller x Reader 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ ]
Anon requested jealous, possessive Joel with a filthy mouth, so here you are! General CW for spice, unsafe sex, Joel with a filthy mouth, & a slightly red flag possessive streak.
Joel slammed the door behind you, expression mutinously annoyed as he crossed his arms and turned to you.
“What the fuck was that back there?” He demanded.
You had to resist the urge to smirk; if you weren’t so annoyed yourself, you’d feel smug about pissing him off. Joel liked to pretend he didn’t give a rat’s ass about you, but it was obvious that you were more than… whatever he thought you were. A quick fuck. Something casual. There was nothing casual about the way he’d grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the bar.
“What was what?” You asked sweetly, enjoying the way his eyes darkened.
“You know damn well what.” He glared, “letting that random fucking informant buy you drinks.”
“Maybe I like free booze?” You suggested, innocent. Oh, you knew exactly what you were doing.
“Not enough to let someone like that put their hands on you, surely?”
Your own temper flared. “What’s it to you, Joel? I’m not your goddamn property. Besides, you can’t lecture me on exclusivity when-“
You stopped, still angry, still hurt, by what you had seen. By what had driven you to provoke him, to try and draw out his jealous side in blatant vengeance.
“When what?” He demanded, exasperated. Honestly he had no damn clue what had possibly driven you to act the way you had, flirting with anyone and everyone. You were his, dammit. Nobody else should be able to hold your attention. Nobody else was worthy of it.
You were so angry at the memory, you wanted to cry.
“When I show up at your place looking for you and Tess answers the door wearing your fucking shirt and says you’re busy.” You snapped, glaring at him. “You don’t get to demand I don’t look for attention elsewhere when you’re clearly more than happy to fuck both of us.”
He stared at you. He hadn’t been home at the time, had been at work. He knew which shirt you were referring to, though. It was an old one he’d given her on a laundry day, almost a year ago.
“That… is not what’s happening here.” He said flatly.
“No? You think I’m stupid?” You demanded. Honestly if he wasn’t so worried about fixing this, wasn’t so pissed about you letting that fucking rat touch you, he’d almost find this funny.
“I haven’t been with Tess like that for… Fuck, almost five years.” He shook his head, “that shirt was too small for me, I handed it down on a laundry day when she had nothing clean. And I was at work, by the way.”
You cut your building tirade, mouth open but nothing coming out, feeling monumentally stupid.
“Oh.” You manage, knowing full well how lame you sound.
“Yeah, oh.” He frowned at you, “you know better than to let her rile you up.”
He was already making a note of talking to Tess, though. He’d have a few choice words for her, that was for damn sure. But that wasn’t his focus.
“Now we’ve cleared that up, you wanna tell me again why you were getting so cosy with our good friend the local rat, there?” He backed you right up against the wall, one arm on either side of you, effectively trapping you there.
“I-“ You had absolutely no good answer for him.
“I’m gonna take a guess,” he suggested, “that you thought it would be a good idea to piss me off, by acting like a complete slut.”
“No, I-“
“No? You weren’t? Cause that’s not what it looked like to me, baby.”
You could feel the heat coming from him; in a very short sentence: you’d fucked up. Big time.
“I just-“
“I don’t care what your damn reason was, honestly. But I have a suggestion for you.” He was leaning in close now, mouth so close to yours. You leaned in, wanting so badly to kiss him. He turned his head at the last minute.
“You want to put that mouth to use? Get on your knees and show me.”
Fuck, he was mad. You were only starting to realise just how far you’d pushed him now, but there was no going back, and no hiding the thrill you were getting from it as you dropped to your knees to obey him, hands going to his belt.
“Not making a case for yourself here, are you darlin’?” There was a sort of wry amusement to his voice as you unzipped his jeans, wrapped your hand around his already hard length.
He kept one hand on the wall, the other reaching down to stroke your hair.
“Be a good girl now and I might be less mad.”
You looked up at him, staring into those depthless dark eyes, as you leaned in to lick a slow stripe along his cock, watching his reaction before you took him into your mouth. You didn’t hold back, sucking him eagerly.
“This what you were gonna do to that other bastard? Or am I special?” He was taunting you, he knew deep down you’d never have let anyone else touch you, but fuck, he was angry about it. You were his. His. Nobody else got to touch you. Even thinking about it made him see red.
You, of course, couldn’t answer, mouth otherwise occupied as he started to thrust shallowly into your throat. He groaned softly when you sucked him, swallowing around him. He knew exactly what you were doing, pulled out of your mouth and tapped you sharply on the lips with his cock.
“Not yet. Get up.”
You got up, a little shaky, only to find yourself pinned against the wall, your dress being pushed up around your hips.
“Tell me, is this what you’d let anyone else do to you?”
“N-no,” you admitted, voice shaking with a little fear, a lot of desire.
“No? Are you sure?” His lips grazed your throat, teeth nipping the skin.
“I’m sure…” you were absolutely soaked; you could feel your own wetness drenching your panties as he dragged them aside, wrapped your leg around his waist.
“Good.” He almost growled it, “you’re mine.”
He slid into you in a single, deep, rough thrust, drawing a cry of surprised pleasure from your lips.
“I don’t give a damn if you want to be a whore, as long as it’s only for me.” He kept one hand wrapped around you to steady you, keeping you braced against the wall with his other hand as he fucked you, harder and faster with each deep thrust.
“Fuck-“ you whimpered, tightening your leg around his waist, bringing him in deeper.
“None of that.” He slapped your ass sharply, “talk to me, baby, use your words. Tell me who you belong to.”
He was barely thinking straight himself, driven by a deep and primal feeling of jealousy, rage, and possessiveness. You brought out the best in him, but that was a double edged sword. You could also bring out the worst, when needed.
Luckily, you understood, knew how to play him.
“You, Joel,” you cried out as he hit your sweet spot, again and again, “I’m yours, I promise!”
Your cries faded into incoherence, loud and desperate sounds of pleasure as he brought you closer and closer, finally reaching the apex of your pleasure, tightening around him, soaking every inch of him that was buried inside you.
“That’s goddamn right,” he agreed, pressing a searing kiss to your mouth, “you’re all mine, darlin’, don’t ever forget that.”
He could feel his own pace start to get erratic as he drew closer and closer to his own release, incoherent growls and groans falling from his lips.
“Fuck, darlin’, you feel so fuckin’ good, prettiest damn pussy I ever felt, gonna fill you up so good…” he punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips, “gonna make you forget anyone else you ever had… fuck…”
He couldn’t control it any longer, feeling himself throb and ache inside you as he filled you with his release; usually he was so careful about pulling out of you, but well… accidents happen. And if that accident so happened to keep you around and with him? All the better for it.
“Mine, darling. You’re all mine.” He murmured into your ear, holding you close.
You sighed, kissed his throat.
“I’m sorry…” you admitted; you’d pushed him too far, and you knew it.
He gave you a small smirk. “Don’t be sorry, baby. You more than made up for it.” He paused, and then, “just don’t do that shit again.”
You smiled back, rested your forehead against his.
“I won’t. Promise.”
He kissed your lips gently. “That’s my girl.”
#my writing#Joel Miller#Joel Miller smut#Joel Miller x Reader#Joel Miller x You#joel miller fanfiction#tlou smut#Pedro Pascal#tlou fanfiction
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Calm You Down
Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Smut. Cheating, Cursing, Dildo, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Lube, Mommy Kink, Oral, (Reader Receiving), Praise, and Spitting.
Word Count: 2,006
Summary: After an argument with your boyfriend Tommy, his Mom comes in to help you feel better.
A/N: No disrespect to Tommy, he just had to be the victim in this story. Hope You Enjoy!
The tension instantly grew thick in the living room as you and Tommy walked through the door. Y'all have been arguing for about 15 minutes in the car after deciding to go out on a small date.
The waitress was doing nothing, but flirting with him and he seemed to flirt back as if you weren't there on a date. "You were flirting with her and you know it!" You yelled, slamming the door behind you.
Tommy let out a frustrated sigh, his hand running across his face. "I wasn't flirting with her! Don't be mad at me because of your insecurities." Your mouth dropped open, a scoff following after it. "My insecurities? I'm not the one flirting with another person while their partner is sitting right in front of them!" You yelled.
You didn't even realize that your voice was getting that loud until Tommy's Mom, Wanda entered the room with a confused look. "Woah, what's all this yelling out here?" Wanda's calm voice asked. You whipped around, feeling all anger slowly disappear as you saw what she was wearing.
She wore a nice baby pink silk robe, the obvious matching bra and pants set almost see-through.
“Y/n’s being jealous because apparently I was 'flirting with the waitress' at the restaurant we went to." The thoughts of Wanda disappeared as you snapped back to the argument. "He was flirting with her. She even left her number in the recipient and you put it in your pocket! You don't ever keep restaurant recipients!" Tommy closed his eyes.
He was trying to calm himself down, but you were really pushing him. "I'm so done with you! When you wanna stop being insecure, come back to me, but until then, don't think about texting or calling me!" Tommy ended his sentence, grabbing his car keys, and slamming the door, pictures of his family on the wall shaking slightly from the force.
It was now quiet in the room as you stood there, tears falling from your eyes. You know he didn't break up with you, otherwise he would've flat out said that, but it still hurt.
Your small sniffles were the only thing heard in the room until Wanda’s voice spoke. "Detka, you can stay here if you want." (Baby) You slowly turned around to her, your teary eyes making her heart hurt. "Oh no, I don't wanna be a bother, and Tommy already said it. He doesn't want me here until I get my act together. Imma just go home."
You started to walk towards the door, but Wanda took small, quick steps, gently grabbing your wrist. "Detka, please stay. I'll help you calm down, come on." This time you didn't protest as Wanda took you to her room, carefully setting you on her bed. She pulled you into her chest, letting you cry in her arms.
You and Tommy don't argue often especially not in front of his Mom, so her seeing that made you feel like such a bad girlfriend. "I-I'm sorry about that." You sniffled, wiping your nose. Wanda's eyebrows scrunched down, reaching over to her nightstand and grabbing a tissue.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Everyone has their arguments, it I just hate seeing you cry. You're way too pretty to be crying like this. Such a pretty girl." Wanda praise, her soft fingers wiping the tears from your eyes. You looked up at her, a small pout in your lips.
You looked so adorable to her. She can't believe she has you in her room, on her bed, and she's gonna make sure it stays that way.
Her hand carefully trailed down your body, her hands stopping at your chest, gently gripping your clothed breasts. You gasped, jumping in her hold. "M-Ms Maximoff-" Wanda quickly quieted you, her index finger coming to your lips. "It's Mommy."
That one word had you squeezing your thighs and Wanda noticed, a small smirk coming to her lips. Her hand carefully pulled your top down, her smile growing even wider at the sight of your chest.
You quickly covered yourself up, scooting away from her. "Ms- Momm- Wanda, this is wrong!" Your stuttering on names made Wanda laugh loudly.
You looked so scared, so nervous you'll get caught. "I know baby, but I can't resist you. The way Tommy treats you is terrible, and I think you just need to calm down and have some fun." You thought about it for a moment and realized she was right.
Sometimes Tommy treats you wrongly and you see the way Wanda looks at you, but you're not innocent either. The thoughts you have of her at night while sleeping next to Tommy, the thoughts you have of her when having sex with her son is terrible. Sometimes you wish it was her.
“I can hear your thoughts, Y/n. I know what you think of me, so don't sit here and try to act like the good girl in this situation. You want this just as much as I do." You were so distracted by her words that you didn't see the red spirals spinning around you.
Then, it was like a switch flipped on you as you obeyed her. "I know, I want you so bad, Mommy." Wanda smiled sweetly, pushing you on your back. "I know you do, moya lyubov, just let me have a taste of you first." (my love) She said, her hands making quick work to pull your pants down
She gasped as she saw your white panties, a small bow tied in the front. "So cute." She muttered, snapping her fingers. You were naked now, the cool air making you shiver.
Your nipples became erect as Wanda's hands reached up to play with them. She pinched one, a whine coming from you. "Mommy, please-" Wanda knew what you were pleading for. You wanted her to touch you, to play with you.
Wanda widely spread your legs, the sight of your cunt, making her moan. "You look so pretty like this." You looked down, watching as she leaned down and licked from your hole to your clit. You moaned, body jumping slightly at the feeling of her warm tongue.
She then tested the water, pushing two fingers inside, seeing how deep they went. Wanda practically groaned seeing the way your cunt sucked up her fingers. When she pulled them out, her eyes darkened at the wetness of your juices on her fingers.
They were drenched!
Wanda was quick to pop them in her mouth, a moan spilling from her lips. "Oh fuck, you taste so good, baby." Wanda said, leaning down and instantly sucking on your clit. You let out a pathetic cry, back arching slightly. "Wanda-" You mewled, hands gripping the sheets.
You wouldn't dare stop her and by the sounds of her down between your legs, you don't think she'll stop either. She was licking and slurping your cunt, groaning, and muttering incomprehensible babbles.
She pulled back from you, a trail of her saliva hanging in the air as she pushed a finger deep inside you. She pushed and pulled at it, watching your face change into different stages of pleasure. Your head was thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth wide open.
It was all taken away when Wanda pulled back, your whines filling the room. "W-Wanda? Mommy, w-why did you-" You didn't get to finish your sentence as you cut yourself off seeing Wanda get up and go to the closet.
She soon came out with a red dildo in hand, wiggling it as you watched with big eyes. "What? Never seen a cock this big?" She teased, thinking back to her son.
Yes, Wanda loves her son, but the way he treats you is awful, and he doesn't deserve someone as good as you. It was obvious the waitress was flirting with Tommy and instead of comforting you, he encouraged it. That was the biggest mistake he could ever make
"Stay still for me." Wanda ordered, grabbing some lube from her dresser. You watched as she squirted some lube on her finger before rubbing it over the dildo, getting it nice and shiny.
She stroked it as if it was a real cock, biting her pink lips seductively while staring at your naked form. "I would've fucked you, but my harness isn't with me right now." She pouted, rubbing circles with the tip of the dildo around your entrance.
“And since I put lube on this, it should just... slide right in." Just as she said that, she pushed the head of the dildo at your hole, letting it easily slide deep in you. You gasped at this feeling.
This felt different compared to her long fingers.
You felt fuller.
Wanda began to slowly push the dildo in and out, a smile coming to her face. She knew you'd be such a good girl for her. You let out small moans, looking down, watching as the dildo disappeared in you. "That feel good, yeah baby?" You nodded your head while whining as she continued the pace.
You gently bucked your hips, attempting to meet the small pushing of the dildo, and Wanda allowed that. You deserved nothing, but pleasure, especially after the huge argument you just went through.
Her thumb came to your clit, playfully rolling it, causing you to clench down in the rubber. "Fuck- mommy!" You cried out, gripping the dark red bed sheets. Wanda's eyes grew darker at the title, increasing the pace.
She wishes she had her harness so she could physically fuck you. About 2 weeks ago Wanda had bought a harness for her strap on, planning to finally get you in her bed, but her best friend, Natasha, needed it, so she generously handed it over, but now she regretted it.
Your legs began to slowly close, the pleasure getting too much for you. To be honest, Tommy isn't very nice when it comes to sex. He's all about him, a couple of thrusts and done, but right now Wanda's giving you body that attention you've wanted and needed.
Wanda quickly took notice, and harshly pushed your legs apart. "Keep your legs open for me. Need to see your pretty, pretty cunt." Wanda said, leaning down and slowly licking your clit. You both moaned in sync, Wanda moaning from the taste of your sweet juices. With the dildo and her mouth all on your cunt, your release was coming soon.
Desperately, you bucked your hips forward, meeting the thrusts of the dildo. "That's it, move those hips faster, love." Wanda encouraged you. Your moans grew louder as the sounds of your wet pussy were made known in the air.
“I- I'm gonna- cum." You whined, body shaking slightly. Wanda was smiling big, watching as your eyes rolled back and legs shook. She watched very carefully, taking in your facial expressions as you came.
You looked so beautiful.
She guided you from your high, slowly pushing the dildo in and out of you before pulling out. Your cum dripped out your cunt, a glob falling onto her sheets. Wanda was quick to scoop the cum up and bring it to her mouth, a satisfied moan coming from her at the taste of your release.
You didn't see that part, too busy trying to recover from your high, but you did see her popping the dildo in her mouth, sucking the cum off it. That made you whine, clenching down on air.
Wanda lightly chuckled, putting the dildo on her nightstand and scooting closer to your tired, fucked out body. "You did so good for me, moya lyubov.” (my love) She praised you, running a hand through your hair, and lightly scratching your scalp with her long nails.
You let out a sigh, closing your eyes slowly. Wanda felt happy that she was able to calm you down and now that she had you where she wanted, she was gonna make sure you stayed with her forever, and away from the man she calls her son.
#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff fluff#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x f!reader#milf!wanda#marvel wanda maximoff#marvel smut
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memories || Bangchan X Reader
Warning(s): none(?)
Genre: FLUFFFF
idol!Bangchan X pregnant!Reader
Summary: After lunch you find your beloved husband, Bangchan and child upstairs in your shared bedroom watching videos on their ipad along side Chan. You admire them standing in the door way until you see your kid look over to Chans phone in interest, Channie seems to notice and he starts explaining what hes looking at. You look at them in awe, it was such a cute moment you had to snap a photo. And so you did!! You and him knew he would be the perfect father, what he didn’t know was he would be a father of 2 in a few months.
!!LOWERCASE INTENDED!!
a/n: got the idea from some friends while they were commenting on my baby photos iwth my dad! (guys i was gonna make this a new years post but ig nvm)
“baby” chan hums hugging your waist
“yes?” you smile while you finish up washing the dishes.
“me and naomi (ur child’s name) will go up stairs” he mumbled quietly resting his head on your shoulder.
“okay! ill come up soon” you kissed him on the cheek.
you then heard naomi run up stairs with chan giggling trying to catch her. oh how you loved them. a while later you decide to go upstairs to join them. You took your time walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you grabbed your phone from the counter then entering the bedroom. Suddenly you stopped in your tracks when you saw naomi smiling while your beloved husband was talking about what he was doing at on his computer. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene happening in front of you. You were quick to open your phone snapping a photo as a memory, they looked adorable and you adored both of them oh so much. naomi was your first child and you had yet to tell chan you were carrying their second child. You were surprised he hadn’t notice your stomach grow in size, you were 1 month and you had found out 2 weeks ago.
“baby!” Chan exclaimed, with a bright smile pulling you out of your thoughts.
“mama, look at what daddy’s doing!!” naomi called you over, you walked over looking at chans laptop screen. He was making a song.
“wanna listen to it?” he pinched you cheek.
“I wanna!!” she jumped on the bed.
“sure” you giggled at naomi’s behaviour. bangchan then played the song, it was beautiful, so beautiful you teared up a little. when the demo of the song ended he had then mentioned it would be releasing in an upcoming straykids album.
“waah!! dadas song is so cool!! i wanna be like dada!!” naomi exclaimed obviously showing her enthusiasm for chans song.
“thank you omi” bangchan smiled giving a kiss on the cheek to your daughter. you were in awe about the moment unfolding in front of you, you also wondered if it was a good time to chan that naomi will soon be a big sister. suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts when chan asked; “baby, whats up? i can tell you’re spacing out there” you contemplated for a second before responding.
“naomi is going to be a big sister soon” you had a faint smile staring into bangchans now widened eyes.
“actually?” chan gasped in disbelief.
“yes” you looked at him with the most loving eyes as his eyes started forming tears.
“mama why is dada crying?” naomi had asked with concern written all over her face.
“omi, baby, your going to be a big sister” chan gave a bright smile lightly holding naomi’s shoulders.
“really? mama is this true??” she asked you jumping up and down holding your arm.
“yes omi, it is” as soon as you told her that she jumped onto to you hugging your arm. this time. it was chans turn to watch in awe, he took out his phone and took a picture of the two of you laying down as naomi was hugging your arm. this was a memory he wanted to keep forever;
“channie come join, its a group hug!” you waved your hand inviting him to join the cuddles. bangchan hugged your waist and you played with his hair, at this moment you two knew this is what you both wanted, a happy and loving family of your own.
FIN !!
a/n: FINALLY THE FIC IS OUT enjoy bbys!!
#hearts4leeknow#skz#i love you#stray kids#i love skz#kpop#fiction#fluff#bang chan#christopher bahng#skz x reader#bangchan x reader#bangchan fluff#skz fluff#bangchan fic#bangchan fanfic#skz fanfic#skz bang chan#skz imagines
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talk to my skin
wc: 13.8k…idek how we got here 👩🏽🦯
pairing: jaemin x fem!reader
cw: fwb!au, non idol au, college au, friends to lovers (?), soft(dom)!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, mentions of bad hookups, mentions of fake orgasms, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), crying, semi public/car sex, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), spitting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with too much plot
song rec: talk to my skin by stalgia | need to know by doja cat
part two
FRIDAY
"Come on, it's not even that funny," Rina whined.
"Yes, it kinda is," Haechan says while still laughing.
"You really think so?" Rina asks you, who's laughing too hard, trying to catch your breath as you nod at her.
"Okay," she calmly said, "Never have I ever been with a guy who couldn't make me cum."
The laughing stopped, and you snapped your head up, shooting daggers at your best friend.
"Bitch.." you narrowed your eyes.
"Go on. Bottoms up," Rina grinned, handing you the bottle of vodka.
"There's no way you're serious," Renjun said.
You ignored all the shocked looks on the faces around you and down the shot. The alcohol burned as it poured down your throat, not dulling the embarrassment you felt enough for your liking.
"Are you kidding?" Haechan asks, watching you take the shot as a penalty in this game of never have I ever.
Why is it always never have I fucking ever?
"No, I'm lying for shits and giggles," you said sarcastically.
"Who was it?" Jisung asked.
"Kinda all of them?" you answered.
"Even Mike?" Ningning asked.
"Yup."
"I thought you said he had a big dick," Eunji cut in.
"Doesn't mean he knows how to use it," you said. The room erupted into laughter.
"But what about that party a few weeks ago. Everyone heard you two fucking," Chenle reminds you, making you relive the embarrassment.
"And it sounded like it was good to me," Kali added before drunk-giggling to herself.
You shrug, "Faking it is an art only few can master," you say.
"Damn, some actress you are. I know for a fact half the party went home bricked up that night," Yangyang said, sending Kali and Meera into a fit of laughter.
"Thank you," you proudly smile.
You find your eyes drifting to the corner that has been relatively quiet for the past few minutes. Jaemin's eyes were already on you. He sends you a soft smile which you return sheepishly before refocusing on the game you were supposed to be playing.
The next few rounds consisted of Haechan trying the most to get Jisung out, which resulted in the younger firing back with multiple shots. The game was finally over after Haechan took his third shot of Fireball and stumbled off to the bathroom only seconds later.
"Are you sure you're okay?" you ask Haechan again.
"Yeah, the room isn't spinning as much anymore," he says, laying his head in Meera's lap while still on the bathroom floor.
"Do you still wanna smoke?" you ask.
"You know I would, but I can't even get up right now. Just go without me," Haechan waved his arm.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," he sighed.
"Alright, but I don't wanna hear you tomorrow crying, I can't believe you smoked without me," you whined, imitating his voice.
"Shut up," he attempted to hit you with an empty water bottle.
"I'll match you tomorrow," you told Haechan.
"Deal."
You tucked the freshly rolled joint behind your ear, looking for a jacket to throw on real quick. Some of your friends, still sitting in the living room, were now sitting in front of the tv.
"This is so fucked up. My controller is broken," you heard Yangyang complain.
"No, you're just bad," Ningning laughed. You didn't even have to look at the screen to know Ningning was winning whatever game they were playing.
Their banter faded into the background as you entered the kitchen.
"You leaving?" Rina asked.
you shake your head, no, "Just going to smoke real quick."
"Don't take too long."
"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully scoff, looking back to see her flipping you off on your way out the door.
You took a seat on the backdoor steps, hugging the jacket around you tighter. You didn't even know who it belonged to when you grabbed it, but you can tell by the signature black lighter in the front pocket it belongs to Jisung. Bless him for always being prepared.
It was a bit of a struggle to light the end because of the slight breeze in the air, but you managed. Just as you took a hit, you heard the door opening and closing behind you. You turn around to see Jaemin, a drink in his hand.
"You mind if I join you?" he asks.
Joint still between your lips, you nod, patting the spot next to you. Jaemin sits, and you pass the joint to him, already feeling the airiness in your limbs. After his second hit, he broke the silence and asked,
"Has no guy ever really made you cum?"
"Oh my god," you groan, covering your face, "I'm gonna kill Rina," you mumble, and he laughs.
"There's just no way you've just been that unlucky."
"You're telling me."
"So, like you've never had an orgasm?" he asks, passing the joint back to you.
"No. I am more than capable of doing things myself," you pause to take a drag, "Guys are just incompetent and never think of anyone but themselves," you say, a bit of malice in your tone.
As you said before, you are more than qualified to get the job done yourself, but it gets tiring, and I'm pretty sure your trusty vibrator would appreciate a break.
"That's because you've been sleeping with the wrong ones," Jaemin said, taking the joint back from you.
"Yeah. Well, you wanna point me in the direction of the right ones?" you scoffed.
Jaemin turned your head to look at him as he wore a grin on his face.
"What?" you laugh at the look on his face.
"You wouldn't have to go looking too far when there's one right here."
"You?" you ask, and he nods, "Jaemin.." you wanted to bust out and laugh because there's no way he's not fucking with you right now.
But his face doesn't change, and it's starting to seem like he isn't joking.
"You're serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, and you notice the space between you is beginning to close. "You're hot, smart, funny. You can outdrink and out smoke almost anyone I know," he says, making you laugh, "And, what kind of friend would that make me if I didn't help you out during a time of need."
"This isn't something I need. I've been doing just fine on my own without it."
"How could you say that if you don't really know what you're missing out on?" Jaemin asks. You feel his breath fanning across your face, telling you how close the two of you are right now.
Your mind wandered back to the things you've been told about him. What you've heard from friends of friends about Jaemin was enough to say you were at least curious about what he had to offer.
"Like what?"
"All the things I can do to make you feel good," Jaemin flicked his eyes down to your lips, "The things I could teach you," his lips brushed past yours and started tracing your jaw, "The ways I could make you scream—Really scream," he said those last words in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and goosebumps rose over your skin.
You just hope he doesn't notice you subtly pressing your thighs together, listening to him. And if he did he didn't say anything about it.
You gnawed on your bottom lip, thinking about Jaemin's offer. He could tell you were weighing the choices in your head, suddenly feeling under pressure.
"Look," Jaemin started, "I don't need an answer now, but just think about it?"
"Okay," you answered.
He got up from the step, leaving you there, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened in the last few minutes.
"You coming?" Jaemin asks you.
"Yeah," you break out of your thoughts and stand up, following him back into the house.
. . .
You've been trying to fall asleep for the last hour and a half. But even with Kali loudly snoring in your ear, nothing could drown out the thoughts running rampant in your head.
When trying to distract yourself on your phone wasn't enough, you decided to go stretch your legs and grab something from the kitchen.
You quietly slipped out of bed, trying not to wake the two girls sleeping next to you. Tiptoeing your way down the hallway towards the kitchen, you could hear the soft snores of the boys sleeping in the living room. After carefully stepping over their dormant bodies laid out all over the floor, you make it to the kitchen and almost jump out of your skin when you find Jaemin still awake, not expecting anyone else to be up.
He blankly stared at you with a spoon full of ice cream between his fingers before you broke the silence.
"Meera's gonna kill you," you say, joining him.
"I'll replace it tomorrow morning before she wakes," he says, "Just promise not to snitch."
"I'll think about it," you said, narrowing your eyes at Jaemin before snatching the spoon from him and taking a scoop for yourself.
"I thought about it," you said.
"Thank you. You can't gamble with a man's life like that," he clasped his hands together.
"No," you laughed, "About what you said earlier," you avoided his eyes, sliding the tub of half-eaten ice cream back over to him.
"Yeah?" Jaemin asked, and you nodded. "And?"
"If we do this, you gotta promise things won't get weird."
"Things won't get weird," he simply said.
"How do you know?"
"Because I just do," he smiles at you before putting the ice cream away. "But I have one condition," he says before coming back over to you and placing his hands on your waist, pulling your body flush against his.
"If I'm gonna help you, you're gonna help me too," the corners of his lips twitched. You didn't even know what he was gonna ask you, but if he kept looking at you like that, you would gladly give him anything. "I need you to tell me what you want. Because as much fun as it would be to take my time exploring your body and finding all those things myself, I just wanna help you feel good, angel."
If Jaemin didn't have you sandwiched between the counter and his body, your knees would have given out from the way his pet name for you just rolled off his tongue.
Anything you were supposed to say next left your mind as Jaemin's eyes flickered down to your lips.
"Can you do that for me?" Jaemin asks.
"Uh-huh," you nod.
"I need words, baby," he smiled, noticing the effect his words had on you.
"Yes, Jaemin."
"Good. Come over tomorrow. And wear something as sexy as this," Jaemin half-joked, lightly squeezing your ass.
You remove his hand just as you hear footsteps coming into the room.
"What are you two doing up?" Meera asks, coming into the kitchen to grab a water bottle.
"Nothing. We were just heading back to bed," Jaemin answered.
"Right. Goodnight," you zipped past her, out the kitchen.
Jaemin was right behind you before the two of you heard, "Who the fuck ate my ice cream?"
"Shit," Jaemin muttered.
SATURDAY
You ignored the slight dampness of your palms and your heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for Jaemin. You heard shuffling from inside his house before the door swung open.
"You listened." Jaemin's eyes wandered down your body, "Good girl," he called you, and you tried not to audibly whimper at his words as he invited you into the house.
You heard Jaemin ask if he could get you anything, but as your eyes roamed the expanse of his broad shoulders, your mind got lost elsewhere. His shirt clung to his body as if it shrunk in the wash, seeing the defined muscles in his back and arms while the sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips.
Fuck, he looks good-
"Huh?" you snap out of your thoughts when you finally hear Jaemin calling your name.
"What?" he asks with a grin, fully aware you were checking him out just now.
"Nothing," you answer as you sit on the couch next to him
"What?" he asks again. This time, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
Instead of answering him, your eyes fell to his lips. Thinking about what it would be like to feel his lips against yours, the things he would say to you, the noises he would make.
But to Jaemin, your silence meant you were seconding guessing this entire thing.
"You know, we really don't have to-"
"I want to," the corners of your mouth curl up.
A smile quickly stretches across Jaemin's face at your confirmation.
"The boys won't be back until later," he softly squeezed your knee, "We should have more than enough time." Jaemin couldn't resist the urge to trace his nose up the column of your throat, letting your sweet scent flood his senses. "So, tell me," Jaemin started, "Why couldn't those other guys make you cum?"
Internally cringing as the memories rush back, you roll your eyes, "You're my sex therapist now?"
"I'm serious, y/n. I can't help you if you don't tell me."
You wish the couch would swallow you instead.
You sigh, "I don't know. Maybe something's wrong with me," you joke, "Some of them really didn't know what they were doing. But with the others, I don't know. I just could never get there." you continue staring at your lap.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," Jaemin says, sliding his hand up from your knee, squeezing your thigh softly. "I just think you've never been with anyone who could properly take care of you." his nose brushed yours. "Good thing, I'm right here, angel," he grinned.
Your eyes flicker down to his lips again, wanting so badly to kiss them.
"But I won't do anything unless you tell me to," his voice cuts through your thoughts.
"Kiss me," you breathe out. Jaemin closes the space between you, kissing you. His lips were soft against yours, the faint taste of Redbull still lingering on his lips.
"You wear this for me?" Jaemin licks his lips, savoring the taste of your artificial cherry-flavored lipgloss staining his lips.
"Maybe," you smile, kissing him again.
"I can't wait to get a real taste of you," he said, his words making your stomach flip.
You wrinkle the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, pulling him back in and connecting your lips once again.
Your hands found their way into his hair while Jaemin pulls you into his lap to straddle him, and you deepen the kiss. Your thumbs caress his cheeks, and his hands squeeze your hips.
You place your hands on his shoulders, moving down to his biceps. And it intimidates you a bit, feeling his muscles practically bulging through his shirt.
When the fuck did he start working out so much?
Your lips mold together perfectly as you move your hands, softly threading the short hairs at the nape of his neck between your fingers.
Jaemin's lips leave yours to trail kisses down your jaw. You carded your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck. He could feel the low rumble bubbling in your throat, starting to suck on your skin. His lips find the sweet spot below your ear, making you moan. You feel him hum against your throat, doing it again to make you whimper.
"Jaem.."
"This okay?" he asks, tracing the tip of his tongue along your collarbone.
"More than."
"Want me to keep going?" he asks.
"Please."
Jaemin barely took his lips off yours as the two of you made your way to his room. After hearing the soft click of his bedroom door closing, you could suddenly hear how loud your heart was beating in your ears.
Jaemin moves his lips back down to your neck, kissing the skin his lips haven't touched yet.
"Jaemin, please," you mewl when he runs his tongue across your skin.
"What is it, angel? Tell me what you want," he holds your jaw, getting you to look at him.
"I don't wanna think. I just want you to make me feel good."
Jaemin can hear the desperation in your voice and see the lust swimming around your irises as you slip into this headspace.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Jaemin softly caresses your cheek, "Nana will take good care of you." You practically melt at his words. "Get on the bed," he tells you.
Your body moves without thinking, and you sit down on his bed. Jaemin smiles at how compliant you are.
"You gonna be a good girl for me, angel?"
You whimpered, pressing your thighs together. And Jaemin noticed your not-so-subtle way of relieving the pressure between your legs.
"You wanna be good for me, don't you?" you laid down as he crawled on top of you.
"Yes."
"That's what I like to hear." he smiles against your lips.
Your tongues tangled with one another's, your hands touching him in all the places you could reach. You felt Jaemin begin to pull away but catch his bottom lip between your teeth. He groans as he pulls away before going back in and letting you do it again.
One of his legs slides between yours, and you roll your hips against his thigh. He firmly presses the muscle into your core, making you moan around his tongue.
"You sound so pretty like this," Jaemin murmurs.
You felt his fingers wander down to your legs, reaching the hem of your dress and sliding it up your thighs. Jaemin slips his hand between your legs, his fingers finding the growing wet spot on your panties. You hear a low groan from his throat when he feels how wet you are and starts petting your clothed clit.
"That feels good," You mewl, rolling your hips into his hand to try and get more than what he was giving. Jaemin was just enjoying hearing you whine and watching you squirm too much.
Jaemin hooked his fingers in the band on your underwear, silently telling you to lift your hips for him to tear them down your legs and toss them onto the floor. Jaemin runs his fingers through your slick, slowly rubbing your clit. He hums when he sees his fingers glistening with your arousal.
"Jaemin," you whine.
He smiles before bringing his hand back to where you need him.
"What is it, angel?" he continues using feather-light touches to pet your clit. "Already so eager for my fingers."
"I'm so fucking wet..please," you wrapped your fingers around his wrist.
"Shh, it's okay," he watched as your face twisted up in pleasure from one of his fingers, teasing your hole, slowly pushing into your pussy.
You moan, already feeling just one of his fingers reaching places you know your own fingers can't.
"You're so fucking tight, sweetheart. How long has it been since you've been properly fucked?"
"Too long."
You grab onto his shoulder, feeling your walls stretch to fit around his digits.
"Jaemin, that feels so good," you tell him.
"You're taking my fingers so well, princess," the pace he was pumping his fingers in and out of you started to pick up, and you were starting to find it hard to stay still.
Jaemin kissed your lips, swallowing your moans as he expertly scissored his fingers against your walls. You found yourself growing wetter as he sucked on your tongue. You could hear the squelching from between your legs getting louder. If you weren't so lost in the euphoria of Jaemin fucking you with his fingers, you'd be embarrassed.
You started rolling your hips into his hand, that knot in your stomach getting tighter, and Jaemin could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers.
"You close, sweetheart?"
You whimpered and turned away from him. The thing was, you were. You can't possibly remember the last time someone made you feel this good. You were just right on edge, but the knot in your stomach remained tied.
You were embarrassed, to say the least. With Jaemin doing everything right, maybe there was something wrong with you.
"Don't you even think about faking it," Jaemin said in your ear. It was like he heard your thoughts, "I don't care if we spend hours doing this. You're gonna cum for me." You shudder at his words.
"Jaemin, I c-can't," you whined.
"Yes, you can, angel. Look at me," you blink your vision to refocus on the man above you, "Don't think, baby, just feel," he said before adding a third finger.
Your jaw fell slack, and your eyes shut from the stretch of Jaemin's fingers against your walls and pressed his thumb to your clit.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he muttered against your skin, kissing your neck again.
"God, fuck y-yes..s-so good."
Jaemin's eyes followed his fingers, slowly pushing in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back, and you tried to raise your hips against his hand. "You wanna cum, sweetheart?"
"Yes," you pant.
"Come on, angel. Cum all over my fingers. I know you want to."
Expertly curling the tips of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you, you dug your nails into his skin, and your eyes rolled into your head. His fingers were knuckle deep inside you, the heel of his palm rubbing your clit, making your toes curl. All that could be heard were your moans and the noises between your legs as Jaemin feverishly finger fucked you.
"Jaem, I-I-"
"Cum for me."
It was like a dam broke as euphoria flooded your veins. Your legs closed around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still moving as your walls pulsed around them.
"That's it, baby. Such a good girl for me," Jaemin kissed your cheek.
Your legs started twitching from overstimulation as Jaemin took his fingers out of you.
"See," he examines his fingers, "There's nothing wrong with you," he grins, watching the string of your cum hang from his fingers.
You kissed him, cradling the back of his head. Jaemin smiled against your lips and grabbed your face to deepen the kiss. Jaemin felt your hands slip under his shirt, beginning to reach for his sweatpants before stopping you.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, seeing how dark your eyes had gotten with desire.
"Returning the favor," you answer.
"This is no favor. The pleasure's all mine," Jaemin kissed you, "And this is about you, remember."
"But-"
"But nothing," he pinned your hands to the bed beside your head. You were practically gushing with arousal at this point, "Just let me take care of you, sweetheart," he ghosted his lips over yours.
You were ready to let him do anything he wanted to do, getting lost in this headspace. But all you could do now was slowly nod your head and say, "Okay."
"Good," he pecked your lips one last time.
Jaemin had his hands on your thighs, beginning to push the skirt of your cute little summer dress up to your hips. He settles on his knees between your legs, starting to kiss your thighs as he places your legs over his shoulders.
"So, so pretty," Jaemin mumbled, unable to take his eyes away from your pussy, inches away from his face.
He took two of his fingers and parted your lips, revealing your clit, still throbbing from your last orgasm. You mewled, feeling his breath fanning over your soaking cunt.
Jaemin flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your slit without warning. You moaned, resting your hand on his head as he held your legs apart.
"You taste as good as you look, baby," Jaemin flickered his eyes up to look at you, "So fucking good," he hummed before delving back in.
You tightened your hold on his hair when he took your clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips lifted off the bed, rolling against Jaemin's face, whimpering when he lays his forearm across your stomach to keep you from squirming.
He laughs against your skin when he hears your whines, moving his tongue down to your hole, teasingly circling your entrance. Jaemin moaned, feeling your juices dripping onto his tongue. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face before pushing his tongue inside you.
"Ahh, Jaemin," you moaned, tugging on his hair. The vibrations from his mouth had you gasping and your thighs twitching. Your legs threatened to shut around Jaemin's head, causing his blunt fingernails to dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he kept them apart. It was as if you were a five-course meal for a man who's been starved for days, the fervor Jaemin was eating you out with.
Jaemin buried his face into your pussy, moving his tongue languidly against your walls.
"Mmh, Jaemin, just like that." you moan.
"You like that?"
"So fucking much."
"You gonna cum on my tongue? Let me taste how sweet you are?" you whimpered as he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Yes! Jaemin, please-"
Jaemin put his mouth back on you, sticking out his tongue while moving his head side to side.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck don't s-stop," your back arched away from the mattress.
You were squirming, bucking your hips against his face. You knew there would be finger-shaped bruises on your skin tomorrow morning from how hard he's trying to keep you still. But you just can't stop because it feels so good.
"Jaemin-fuck! You're gonna make me cum."
The room was filled with your shallow breaths and the obscene sound of Jaemin fucking you with his tongue. He could feel your walls clenching around the wet muscle, nuzzling his nose into your clit.
You clamped your legs shut around Jaemin's head when you came. But no matter how much your thighs shook or how hard you pulled at his roots, Jaemin continued to lap up your juices.
"Jaemin, please, it's too much," you whined.
"You can give me one more, can't you, angel?" he looked at you sincerely. If you really wanted to stop now, he was giving you the chance to say so. But you slowly nodded your head at him.
"Words, sweetheart," he reminds you.
"Yes, Jaemin," your breath hitched when he dragged his bottom lip against your clit.
"That's my good girl," he kissed your clit.
Jaemin slipped two fingers into your heat while wrapping his lips around your clit. He scissored the two digits against your velvety walls, and your brows furrowed from the intense amount of pleasure you were feeling.
Your voice was growing hoarse from all the noise you were making.
You didn't even have time to warn Jaemin before you were cumming all over his fingers again. You cried, tears falling from your eyes as your third orgasm racked through you. Jaemin continued to lap up your cum until he was sure he hadn't let a single drop go to waste before coming up from between your legs.
You whimpered, watching Jaemin lick his fingers and lips clean of your essence while the rest of it covered half his face.
Jaemin noticed the wetness on your cheeks and pulled you into his arms. He softly wiped away a stray tear, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks before kissing your lips.
"Are you okay?"
You nodded your head, not having much faith in your voice from the overwhelming flood of emotions you're feeling right now. You think you must look crazy right now, crying after Jaemin gave you the best orgasms of your life. But you've never been with anyone who made you feel so cared for and safe as you do with Jaemin right now.
"It's okay, baby, you're okay," he caressed your hair as you buried your face in his neck.
In the comfort and security of Jaemin's arms, your lids start to flutter shut.
As much as Jaemin didn't want to, he stopped rubbing your back and untangled himself from your arms.
"I'll be right back. Just stay here," Jaemin whispers to you, leaving you with a kiss on your cheek.
You were too tired to protest anymore and curled yourself against his pillows, getting comfortable. The last thing you heard was the soft click of his bathroom door closing before you drifted off to sleep.
THURSDAY
Jaemin seemed to keep up his end of the deal. The two of you gravitated more towards each other rather than drift apart like you thought you would.
"Fuck, Jaem! Please don't s-stop," you whine.
When you agreed to this, you weren't sure whether it was a one-time thing or not.
"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" Jaemin asked; his nose, mouth, and chin were wet with your juices.
Yet, here you are in the back of Jaemin's car with his head between your thighs again.
"Yes," you arch your back and dig your nails in the leather seats.
You were grateful he had window tints because it was relatively still bright out, and even though you're parked in a spot with decent cover, anyone walking by too close would know what's going on.
"Please, Jaemin. That feels so good," you rest your hand on his head, tangling your fingers in his ash brown hair.
Jaemin wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face and keeping your legs from crushing his head.
You went silent, and Jaemin lifted his head when you both heard the sound of your phone ringing.
Throwing your clothes out of the way, you and Jaemin look for your phone under the seats.
"It's Eunji." you pick up your phone.
"Answer it." Jaemin tells you.
"Hello?"
"You guys coming?" Eunji asks.
"Yeah, we just got here. We-" your words were cut off by a gasp when Jaemin attached his lips to your clit.
"Keep talking," he smirks.
"You okay?" Eunji asks.
"Y-Yeah, Jaemin just hit the curb," you said, tightly curling your fingers around his hair to keep yourself from making any noise as Jaemin continued to tease you.
"Of course, he did," she said. You weren't listening to anything else she said, too focused on Jaemin's tongue swirling around your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub.
"Yeah, we'll be there in a few," you said before hanging up and dropping your phone back onto the floor. "I can't stand you," you huff, looking down at Jaemin.
"Good thing I prefer you laying down then," he grinned before flattening his tongue against your slit.
"Yes, yes. M'gonna cum," you warned.
Jaemin only moaned into your pussy as you bucked your hips against his face. The vibration from his mouth caused your vision to go black and your muscles to tense up.
"Such a good girl," he kissed your thighs, "Cumming for me so well," he murmured against your skin.
Jaemin slides back onto the seat next to you, pulling you in and kissing you.
Another hum from your phone breaks the two of you away.
[3:13 PM] eunji:
WYA!
"Come on, Eunji's getting impatient," you say before slipping your jeans back on.
. . .
"Big Bird would definitely win in a fight against Thanos."
You hadn't been paying attention to whatever conversation Yangyang, Haechan, and Eunji were having. Jaemin had slid his fries between the two of you, silently sharing with you so he wouldn't have to hear Hyuck's mouth about him never sharing his food.
"You guys going to the party tomorrow?" Jaemin asks.
"Yeah, probably. You?"
"I'll go if you go. If not, there's always other things we can do to occupy our time," Jaemin said suggestively.
The corners of your lips twitch at his implication. Your mind was already wandering back to the twenty minutes before you two met up with your friends.
But your thoughts were interrupted by someone calling your name as they approached your table.
"Oh, hey, Dawon," you smiled at your classmate as he stood in front of you.
"I just wanted to say thanks for sending me the notes again yesterday." Dawon said.
"Of course, it was no problem," you say.
"And we're still on for tomorrow?" Dawon asks.
"Yeah."
"Great. I'll see you later." Dawon smiled at you and winked before walking away.
When he left, you looked around at all the eyes on you.
"What?" you ask.
"What's going on tomorrow?" Eunji asks.
"Nothing. Dawon just asked to link me tomorrow, sometime before the party," you answer, but don't miss the look your roommate was giving you. "Don't give me that look. We're not even gonna do anything," you say, and the other three back off.
"Does he know that?" Jaemin asks.
"Is there something you know that I should?" you ask.
Jaemin shrugs, "I mean, I don't know him personally..."
"But you know something," you narrow your eyes at him.
"Just that his body count is higher than points he's scored all season."
You laugh, "You afraid he's a bigger whore than you?" you tease.
Jaemin dramatically gasps, "I am not a whore."
"So, you're just good at doing the things you do from research?"
"Yeah. Very hands-on research," he says, sliding his hand higher up your thigh.
"What do you think is going on with those two?" Haechan whispers to Eunji and Yangyang.
"Fuck if I know. You know they're always in their own little world together," Yangyang went back to eating his food.
FRIDAY
"What are you doing here?" Eunji asks, coming into your room, Rina following behind her.
"I live here?" you answer.
"I mean, aren't you supposed to be on a date with Dawon?"
"First, it wasn't a date," you quickly clarify, "Second, Dawon canceled. Basketball practice or something," you mumbled.
They made themselves comfortable on your bed like their own rooms weren't just across the hall.
"That dick apologize for bailing?" Rina asks when she sees you smile at your phone.
"No, it was just Jaemin," you say.
Rina and Eunji share a look with one another.
"You two have been awfully close lately," Eunji says.
"We're friends?"
"You sure, just friends?" Rina asks.
"If there's something you wanna ask, just ask."
"Did you two fuck?" she asks.
"Rina!" you looked at the two girls, awaiting your answer, "No, we didn't."
"So you two aren't hooking up?"
"No," you say, "...Well, I mean, technically-"
"No fucking way. You and Jaemin?"
"Are you serious?? And you didn't fucking tell me!?"
"Was it good? I know it had to be good. Jaemin definitely looks like he knows what he's doing. Whew, I know his dick is big-"
"Wait, no. Start from the beginning, I wanna know everything. When'd this start?"
The two of them finally stopped talking over one another to listen to you.
"Last Friday after you opened your big mouth," you pointed at Rina, "Jaemin kinda just offered."
"You're welcome, then," Rina smiled proudly to herself.
"He told me to come over Saturday-" you start before being interrupted again.
"Wait, this happened Saturday?"
"And you kept quiet this entire time?"
"Was I supposed to come home with Jaemin made me cum so hard I cried on a t-shirt?"
"You cried?" Rina asked.
"I was having a moment."
"It was that good?" Eunji asked.
"He made me cum three times," you answered.
The both of them gasp in unison.
"And he didn't fuck you?" Eunji asks. You shook your head no. "You didn't at least..you know," Eunji started making vulgar hand motions. And you shook your head, no, again.
"Even when I tried he didn't let me. Jaemin didn't really let me do anything. He just wanted to take care of me and make me feel good. And it was really fucking good."
"...So, then why are you talking to Dawon?"
you sigh, "We're not even talking. Dawon offered to make it up to me after I sent him the notes from class he missed."
"Yeah, and how does he plan on doing that?" you're asked.
You shrug.
"Don't lead the poor boy on."
"I'm not. I'm just being nice."
"That's a first," Rina mumbled.
"So, then are you and Jaemin a thing now?"
"No," you say at first, "I don't know. It's just...I don't know."
"What?"
"Usually, I wouldn't mind, but he never asks for anything. Never even a hint. And he just cares and pays attention so much, it makes me want him even more. But every time I try to do something, he brushes it off and doesn't let me do anything for him."
"And that's a bad thing, cause..."
"Because I fucking want to. But it just feels like Jaemin doesn't want me."
"He offered to do this for you without expecting anything in return. He doesn't wanna feel like he pressured you into anything."
You groan, rolling over and burying your face into the pillows.
He's so hot and respectful; it fuels your want for him even more.
"You should just tell him what you want. Tonight. At the party," Rina's eyes sparkle as she runs out of the room. Gone for only a few seconds, she comes back with a dress she snagged from her closet with a grin stretching across her face, "In this."
. . .
"Are you sure this doesn't make me look ridiculous?"
"Hell no, you look hot. No question about it," Eunji said, shooting down any doubt you were starting to have about this outfit.
"Thanks, babe," you smiled, smoothing out your dress as you followed behind your friends into the house.
By the time you three arrived, the party was already in full swing. The bass from the speakers shook the entire house that apparently still wasn't big enough. You're surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops yet about all the drunk college students crowding the street.
You first found Haechan, Meera, and Yangyang in the kitchen mixing whatever drinks were on the counter.
"Here, try this." Yangyang handed you a cup.
You gave him a questionable look, glancing at the contents in the red solo. You timidly took a sip, letting the concoction pour down your throat. You wince at the burning sensation going down to your stomach, coughing when you finish swallowing.
"What the fuck is that?"
"Whiskey, redbull, and grape juice." you almost gag at his answer.
"Everyone else is out back." you hear Haechan yell over the music. Rina tugged you by your hand out of the kitchen, leading you through the house to the backyard.
You were hit with a puff of smoke just as you got outside, the smell of artificial mango strawberry clouding your senses.
Ningning threw her arms around you, slurring something along the lines of, "you look fucking hot."
The more you heard it, the more you started to feel it.
Jaemin's eyes seemed to be unable to tear themselves away from your figure. Not with the way the dress Rina gave you hugged your curves.
When your eyes meet his, you already see him looking at you. Jaemin's shameless about being seen, never taking his eyes away from you. Only smiling when you caught him. He can't help his eyes wandering down the rest of your body as you strode over to him.
"Hi." you sit down on the couch next to Jaemin.
"Hi." he continues rolling the unfinished blunt between his fingers. "You look good." Jaemin can't stop eyeing your bare legs, thinking about how much he wants them wrapped around his head again.
"Thank you."
"You're not gonna tell me how good you think I look?"
None of the thoughts that came to mind were ones you should be having in a public setting.
"You don't wanna know what I'm thinking."
"Why's that?" he raised an eyebrow, sealing the backwood shut.
You look away from him with a laugh, trying not to give too much of yourself away already. You don't know how you're expected to tell this man you want him to rearrange your spine six ways into Sunday if you can't even look him in the eye during a relatively normal conversation.
"Fine, don't tell me," he sat back against the couch.
You watched as he sparked the blunt. Thick clouds of smoke enter Jaemin's lungs, and you see his body relax as he expels the smoke through his nose.
His hooded eyes meet yours as he takes another hit. The corners of his lips curl up when he has an idea. Jaemin moved closer, and you stayed still, letting the space between you disappear. He tilts your jaw up towards him before blowing smoke into your mouth.
You ignore your friends snickering behind you, who, of course, noticed what was going on between you two.
Jaemin passes the blunt to you, watching you take a drag. As smoke fills your lungs, you let your eyes close and hold your breath for a second.
After another long pull, you pass it to Chenle, who wasn't very happy about you jumping in front of him in the rotation. But you know, once he gets the spliff, he won't be so mad anymore.
"Your friend's been looking for you," Jaemin said.
"Who?" you don't have half a mind to think of who he could be talking about.
"The baseball player from your psych class."
"You mean the basketball player from econ?" you corrected.
"Yeah, him," he waved off, "Came and asked me if you were coming."
"Don't tell me he's upstairs crying somewhere."
"What do you take me for? I'm not that mean," Jaemin side-eyed you, "But I don't like him."
"Well, that's too bad. I don't need your approval."
"That's true. But you'd just be wasting your time."
"How so?"
"You really think he'd be able to make you feel as good as I can?" Jaemin asked with a grin.
"You sound very sure of that," you tease.
"I know twenty six hours may seem like a long time ago, baby. But maybe I need to remind you how easily I can have you shaking and crying just from my fingers and tongue," he said lowly enough, only you could hear, not like anyone else was paying attention anyway.
You know he's right, but you can't stroke his ego right now.
"What makes you so sure that he can't give me what I want or more?"
"Because I just do. Dawon wouldn't know what to do with you. He wouldn't know how to touch you like I do. Or how to make you scream like I can."
Jaemin's words had your skin burning with arousal, your panties definitely ruined by now.
Jaemin knew what he was doing to you, and a part of you was more than ready to let him know he's already won. But that other part of you, fueled by the alcohol already in your system, wanted to see if you could push him.
"That's what you think," you smirk as you lean closer to him, "But I guess there's only one way for me to find out for sure."
Jaemin scoffs, rolling his eyes. Poking his tongue with his cheek because your words obviously had some effect on him, and he wasn't too happy about it. You pressed your thighs together because, whether you wanna admit it, it turned you on.
"Come to the bathroom with me," Eunseong more so tells you than asks as she grabs your hand.
Following your friend back into the house, Jaemin was left with your words replaying in his head.
After waiting in an unreasonably long line for the bathroom, a group of five of you squeezed into one of the bathrooms upstairs that were off-limits to everyone else. But since Kali knows one of the pledges, they let you up.
"So," Ryujin starts, "What's this with you and Jaemin?"
You look up from your phone and immediately glare at Rina.
"I didn't even say anything!" Rina stopped touching up her makeup in the mirror to defend her innocence.
"Something is going on. You better spill," Kali hops off the bathroom counter to join the interrogation.
"Nothing is going on. We're just-"
"They're fucking."
"Rina." you sigh.
"Technically, not yet. But just wait till the end of the night," Rina says with a grin, going back to reapplying mascara.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Bitch, are you serious? He's literally been eye fucking you all night," Eunseong says.
"We literally just got here," you mumble.
"And I've already seen everything I need to in the 20 minutes you've been here," Eunseong smirks.
"You got him pussy whipped real bad," Ryujin says.
"Oh my god, shut up." you roll your eyes.
"I think I know what you need," Kali starts, "a drink!" she grabs your hand, and the rest of you head back downstairs.
After more alcohol enters your systems, you all find yourselves in the living room. You don't clearly remember how considering the room is packed from wall to wall, but you managed to get to the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. Whatever song was blasting through the speakers now felt like it was coursing through your entire body.
"I'm going to go get another drink," you yelled to Meera over the music. Once you get confirmation she heard you, you weave your way through the sea of bodies.
You feel like you can finally breathe once you're in the kitchen. While pouring yourself another drink, you hear someone call your name.
"Dawon?" you turn around, "Hey," you smile, greeting your classmate.
"Hey, I was wondering if you were gonna be here tonight."
"I heard."
"So that I'd be able to make it up to you for canceling earlier," he leaned in closer so you'd be able to hear him over the music.
"Yeah, and what'd you have in mind?" you ask.
"You ever been to one of our games?"
"Can't say I have."
"I'll get you and your friends tickets for our next one." he said, "But if that's not your thing, I have a few other things in mind," his eyes traveled down your body.
"I bet you do," you mumbled, "But I guess this means you owe me twice now."
"I guess I do."
One of Dawon's friends calling him for a game of beer pong got him to tear his eyes away from your cleavage.
"I gotta go. I'll catch you later?"
"Yeah," you nod before he leaves.
Taking another sip, you start making your way back to the living room. But you don't even make it out of the kitchen before you almost spill your drink on yourself, running into someone.
"Jaemin. Hi," you smile as he places his hands on your waist, keeping you from stumbling back.
"Hi," he smiles, his eyes even glossier and pinker than before. "You've really surprised me, angel," he slides his hands up your waist, pulling you closer, "Would've never known you were such a brat."
You giggle, wrapping your arms around Jaemin's neck, "There's plenty you don't know."
"Like why you're still talking to Dawon?"
"..Talking as in two humans having a conversation with each other?"
"I don't like him."
"Doesn't matter whether you like him or not."
"He likes you."
"That may be true," the corners of your lips twitch, "But he's not the one I put this dress on for. And he's definitely not the one I want taking it off me tonight," you say.
If it wasn't for your close proximity, you would've missed the low groan rumbling in his throat.
"You have any idea how hard you're making this for me?" his lips barely brush yours.
"You have no idea how badly I want to."
You were almost a hundred percent sure no one saw you and Jaemin sneak up the stairs to the second floor. You find the bathroom upstairs, to no surprise, unoccupied.
Jaemin had his lips on yours the moment he closed the door with the weight of his body. His lips taste like a mix of beer and weed, while faint traces of whatever drinks you mixed along with your fruity lipgloss were on yours. Jaemin's hands slide down your waist to grab a handful of ass, making you groan into the kiss.
"Tell me what you really want," he pants against your lips.
"You, Jaemin." you slide your hand down his chest to the front of his jeans. "I wanna make you feel good too." you palm his clothed bulge, making him groan and drop his head against the door. "Can I please suck you off, Nana?" you ask, fluttering your lashes.
"How could I possibly say no, when you ask me like that," he says as your fingers reach for the belt wrapped around his waist.
You slip your hand into his pants and mentally curse when you wrap your fingers around him and can't fully grasp him in your hand because he's that big. You tug your lip between your teeth as you dampen your panties.
"You think you can take me, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks with a lopsided grin.
You sink to your knees without breaking eye contact. You pull his jeans down far enough to let his cock spring free.
Between the things you've heard and the suspicions you've had, you thought you knew at least half of what to expect.
But...fuck.
But you're never one to back down from a challenge.
The corners of your lips curl up as you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You hum at the delightful taste on your tongue and wrap your lips around the tip. Jaemin watches as a mix of your saliva and your lipgloss coat his dick, and your pretty lips take him into your mouth. Your lashes flutter up at him, and you see his body relax against the door as you slide his cock into your mouth. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock bobbing your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks around his length.
"Just like that, angel. You're doing so fucking good." Jaemin softly strokes the back of your head.
You whimper, pressing your knees together on the tiled floor. You slowly start taking Jaemin deeper down your throat, pushing the limits of your gag reflex. Tears formed in your eyes from each time the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Jaemin continued to utter praises as he slowly rocked his hips against your face.
The sound of you choking had Jaemin's hand in your hair, pulling you off him. You whine, not just from the slight pain but the loss of him in your mouth. When Jaemin looks down at you, he sees the tears streaking down the sides of your face and the spit hanging from your lips. And he definitely doesn't miss the smile on your face as you take his cock back into your mouth again. The sight alone could've made Jaemin cum just like that.
"I wanna make you cum." you tell him.
"Fuck, baby. Keep doing that, and I will."
Jaemin's heavy breaths filled the bathroom as he steadily fucked your mouth. His hips stuttered against your face, and his cock twitched on your tongue.
"That's it, angel—Fuck."
Warm ropes of Jaemin's cum landed on your tongue. You opened your mouth as Jaemin milked the last of the sticky, white substance out of his cock and onto your lips.
You closed your mouth, licking your lips and swallowing with a delighted hum.
Jaemin takes your hand, helping you to your feet.
"I didn't take you as much of a giver, if I'm being honest."
"Cause I'm not." you tell him, "But fuck, Jaemin, I want you." you pull him closer by his clothes.
He snaked his arms around you, kissing your lips. Jaemin slides his wet muscle into your mouth, but you lose the fight for dominance when he slips a hand between your bodies, sneaking his hand between your thighs and circling his fingers around the wet spot he finds growing on your panties.
Jaemin started to kiss your neck when you heard a knock on the door.
"Occupied!" you yell, hoping whoever it was would just go away.
But they don't and bang on the door harder.
"Fuck off-" You swing the door open as Jaemin fixes himself.
But it wasn't just some drunk partygoer on the other side of the door like you thought.
"We gotta go. The cops are coming," Rina said.
There were too many of you in possession of things you probably shouldn't have, to ask any questions. You and Jaemin didn't waste another second, and he took your hand, leaving the house behind Rina.
You caught people running into bushes, hopping fences, doing anything they could do to get away before the cops actually get here.
You began to regret letting Eunji put you in these shoes because they definitely aren't made for a getaway.
You could hear the sirens nearing as you walked down the street with Rina and Jaemin. Halfway through the walk, you realized you were still holding Jaemin's hand from when he grabbed yours earlier. Your fingers have been intertwined this entire walk, even though there's no need. But Jaemin made no effort to take his hand back, so you continued to hold hands.
You ended up meeting the rest of your friends at the old diner because no one had their car, and it was the closet thing that was still open. You realize everyone from the party must've had the same idea as it was packed with a hoard of intoxicated college students.
"That was terrifying," Kali huffs as you and Jaemin slide into their booth.
"Terrifying? That was probably the most fun I've had all year. You remember how I cleared that fence?" Yangyang was still reeling from the adrenaline.
"And then proceeded to fall into their neighbor's garden," Renjun added.
"I barely remember that," Yangyang said.
"Must've hit your head," Meera plucked a flower petal out of his hair.
"You okay?" Jaemin asks when you rest your head on his shoulder.
"I'm just tired," you stifle a yawn.
"Felix just said the party's still going on at Byounggon's," Haechan said, returning to his seat.
"Half of us can barely walk straight. We're not making it to Byounggon's."
"Chenle's too fucked up. We need to get him home."
"I am perfectly fine, thank you very much," Chenle slurred, lifting his head off the table.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Eunseong asked.
"I will be able to tell you once you stop moving." he says. Eunseong was sitting perfectly still.
"Yeah, he's done," Jeno declared.
"You guys just wanna come back to our place?" Jisung offers. And once the group comes to a consensus, you all head out.
Jeno and Haechan carry Chenle to his room while the rest disperse around the living room. But when Jaemin saw you yawn for the fifth time, he took the both of you to his room without saying a word to anyone else.
Jaemin handed you some of his clothes cause he could tell you were starting to get irritated with the dress.
"Jaemin, please help me get this stupid thing off," you whine, desperately clawing at your back to reach the zipper and get the damn thing off.
You turn away from him, looking into the mirror in front of you. You catch the smirk stretching across his face as he unzips your dress.
"What are you grinning about?" you ask.
"I still got to be the one to take this dress off you," he said as the dress straps fell down your shoulders.
You went into his bathroom to change out of your clothes, and you were very much ready to go to sleep once you put his on.
But with the makeup still on your face, you knew you wouldn't sleep peacefully.
[3:02 AM] you:
you got makeup wipes? 👀
[3:03 AM] meera:
yeah i think i left some in hyuck's bathroom
pause
where tf are you 🤨
[3:03 AM] you:
…
jaemin's room
[3:04 AM] meera:
bitch!?!? 😧
[3:05 AM] you:
don't tell no one.
except rina, ryujin, eunji, kali, and eunseong they already know
[3:06 AM] meera:
i'm the last to hear about this???
[3:06 AM] you:
they kinda just figured it out on their own
[3:06 AM] meera:
😒
[3:07 AM] you:
so can i still get those makeup wipes 🤔
You slipped out into the hallway when you heard a soft knock on Jaemin's door.
"Thank you. I love you so much," you take the makeup remover from Meera.
"Yeah, right. Is that why I'm the last to find out you two are fucking?"
"We can't be fucking if we haven't fucked yet." you told her, "We're just..enjoying each other's company."
"Enjoying it very much, I see," Meera eyed you up and down in Jaemin's clothes. "You know, I've seen this before."
"What?"
"With Hyuck and I. It started out with us just sneaking around, his place, my place, the back of our cars—we lasted much longer than the two of you did," she said, making you roll your eyes, "But then it started to become more than just us fucking."
"That's because you two were stupid and couldn't see you both had feelings for each other." Meera tilted her head. "It's not the same thing."
"You sure?"
"Yes," you answer, even though you really aren't.
"Okay," you can tell by her tone that she doesn't believe you.
After leaving with a goodnight, Meera went back to the living room.
While taking off your makeup, you couldn't help but let Meera's word stay on your mind.
There's no way Jaemin has feelings for you…right?
"Everything okay?" Jaemin asks when you come back into his room.
"Yeah," you tried to shake those thoughts out of your head for now, at least, "I'm just fucking exhausted," you sighed, falling next to Jaemin on his bed.
Jaemin rolled onto his side, facing you, and could feel something stirring within him just from seeing you laying in his bed, wearing his clothes.
"What?" you ask him when you notice him staring.
Jaemin placed his hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him, and he pressed his lips to yours. You roll onto your back as Jaemin hovers over you, his lips never detaching from yours. You slip your tongue into his mouth, wrapping one of your legs around his slim waist.
Jaemin's hand slides up your thigh, firmly holding your leg around his hip, pressing his bulge into the heat between your thighs. You roll your hips into Jaemin's, drawing a low groan from his throat.
"So much for being exhausted," he chuckled against your lips.
"Second wind."
"We should probably stop."
"What if I don't wanna?" you raise an eyebrow. With the way you were looking up at him, lying so pretty beneath him, Jaemin struggled to have any sort of restraint.
"Because as tempting as it is, the first time I fuck you will not be when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room." Jaemin softly brushed your hair out of your face. "I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun to watch you try and struggle to stay quiet while you take me," he said lowly, "But I'd rather hear you scream for me." he smiled as he rolled off you.
You only huffed and crossed your arms over your chest like a spoiled child being denied what they want, "Fine," you grumble.
(next) SATURDAY
It's been a week. Probably the worst you've had in a while. So the last thing you want to do is go to a party.
"You're really not coming with us?" Rina pouted as she laid down on your bed with you.
You put your phone down, "I don't really want to. Besides, last weekend did it for me," you answered.
"Oh, come on. You're acting like that was the first time you've run from the cops before." Ningning said, sitting at your vanity and finishing her makeup.
"It's not gonna be fun without you," Rina whined.
"Why isn't your boyfriend going tonight?" Eunseong asks, coming into your room.
"Wha-Who?" you sit up.
"Jaemin," Eunseong answers, and you roll your eyes.
"He's not my boyfriend," you say.
"Did you two plan this?" Rina narrows her eyes at you.
"What? No, I haven't even talked to Jaemin today."
Just as you say this, your phone vibrates.
[7:46 PM] jaem:
you going tonight 👀
[7:46 PM] you:
nah
[7:47 PM] jaem:
wanna come over then 😏
[7:47 PM] you:
and do what 🤨
[7:47 PM] jaem:
idk 🤨
smoke
watch a movie
maybe put my head between your thighs 😈
You needed to put your phone down and collect yourself for a moment.
[7:48 PM] you:
fuck!
fuck you
jaem liked a message
[7:49 PM] you:
i'm omw
"Did you change your mind? You're coming?" Kali asks, seeing you getting up and changing. You didn't even realize everyone had migrated into your room.
"Nope," you answer, flinging off your shirt and looking through your dresser for something to wear.
"So, where are you going?" Eunji asks.
"Over to Jaemin's," you say as you enter your bathroom.
"You're bailing on us to get some dick? I don't know if I should be offended or happy," Ningning crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm not bailing. I was already planning on not going, and so was Jaemin. We're just gonna watch a movie and probably smoke a little."
"This bitch is definitely gonna get her back blown out," you heard Meera mumble.
. . .
You didn't think Jaemin would have noticed you weren't watching the movie. He wasn't even looking at you, so how would he know your eyes have been drawn elsewhere? But he knew. You were put into a trance every time you watched him roll. His expert fingers so delicately packing the weed in so it wasn't too loose.
Jaemin was ready to light the joint before he looked at you.
"You're too far from me," Jaemin pouts.
You roll your eyes when you let him pull you closer to him on the couch.
"Better?" you ask, now sitting close enough your legs were practically in his lap.
"Much," he grinned, putting the joint between his lips.
You feel Jaemin's body relax next to you, into the couch as he exhales, smoke floating above your heads.
The room had gotten so foggy you could barely see the TV not even ten feet away from you. Jaemin rested his hand on your thigh after passing the joint back to you, gently drumming his thumb against your knee.
You bring the filter to your lips, taking a drag, hoping to calm the pulsing between your legs from Jaemin's hand inching up your inner thigh. You toss the two hits worth of the joint into the ashtray, not smoking anymore because you already feel high enough.
You rested your head against the back of the couch, keeping your eyes on the screen ahead but not watching much of the film. You let your neck roll toward Jaemin's direction to find him already looking at you.
"What?" it was hard not to feel your face heat up when he looked at you like that.
"Nothing," he lazily smiled, "You're just beautiful," he said.
"Shut up," you laughed and tried to turn away from him.
"No, I mean it," he circled his arms around you and pulled you in, "You're beautiful, y/n."
"Thank you," you smile.
Jaemin kept you close, his eyes still studying the details of your face.
You aren't sure which one of you initiated it first, but his lips tasted like a unique mix of coffee and smoke. You placed your knees on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap without breaking the kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, clashing with yours.
Jaemin started kissing the side of your neck, pushing your jacket off your shoulder and leaving kisses on your skin. Jaemin unzipped the jacket the rest of the way, revealing your baby pink bralette that's been tempting him every time he got a glance of the lace adorning your skin.
"Angel.." Jaemin groaned, "A man only has so much self restraint," he mumbled against your skin, making you laugh.
"Who's telling you to hold back?" you ask.
Jaemin's hands stayed firmly planted on your waist on the way to his room. His lips greedily make out with yours. He threw your jacket somewhere in the room, letting his hands roam your body.
You mewl against his tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers through his hair. Jaemin reached for the strings on your sweatpants, slowly untying the knot.
You continued to hold eye contact with him as you let your sweats fall to your feet. Now you were standing in front of Jaemin in nothing but your matching lace set.
Jaemin let his eyes fall down to the thin pink fabric hugging your ass, darting out his tongue to wet his lips.
Jaemin grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close enough there was no space between your bodies. He snuck his other hand into your underwear, stroking your folds. He hums delightedly, feeling how wet you are, and he's barely begun. You hold onto his arms, trying to focus on keeping your legs from giving out on you when Jaemin starts teasing your clit.
"What's all this from?" he asks.
"Like you really need me to answer that," your voice faltered as he applied pressed to your clit. "Jaemin.."
"Yeah?"
"Please don't tease me."
Your legs hit the edge of the mattress, telling you how far you've moved. You fall down onto Jaemin's bed with a soft bounce and sit up on your elbows.
You lifted your hips, taking off your panties, flinging them onto the floor, and spreading your legs for Jaemin.
Jaemin's eyes were so dark they were damn near black as he climbed between your legs on the bed. He traced his fingers up your inner thigh as he leaned toward you. He kissed you before dipping a finger into your pussy.
You hum into his mouth, quietly moaning when he does it again with a second.
"Missed those pretty noises you make for me." he smiled, kissing your lips.
It's only been a few days since you've seen Jaemin because you both have been so busy and burned out. But it's made you realize how much time you've spent with him the last few weeks and how much you start to miss his presence when you're not together.
"Jaemin," you call his name.
"I'm right here."
"Please.."
"I got you, baby."
Jaemin pressed his lips to yours while his fingers curled against your walls. Jaemin swallows more of your moans as he slowly pumps his fingers into you.
You dropped your head to the bed, and Jaemin attached his lips to your neck, sucking marks into your skin. Your hand sneaks into his hair again, your nails lightly scratching his scalp when his teeth graze your pulse.
"Fuck-Jaem."
Jaemin smiled against your throat at the thought of the red splotches on your neck turning into bruises for everyone to see. Jaemin softly groaned when you tugged on his hair from the adjustment of his three fingers fucking you.
"Mhm, you're being so good for me," he praised.
He could feel your gummy walls pulsing around his fingers, your wetness dripping down his knuckles.
"My God, Jaemin," you choke out, feeling his fingers brush your sweet spot.
"Come on baby let me hear you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel."
"S-So good..please, don't stop. d-don't st-"
And then he stopped.
A broken cry falls from your lips, feeling your orgasm so abruptly snatched away.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he repositioned himself between your legs, "I just need to taste you."
You lift your legs over his shoulders while Jaemin kisses your thighs.
He was now face to face with your drooling pussy. Jaemin's eyes closed, tasting your juices on his tongue.
"God, baby, you taste fucking delicious." he hums, making out with your lower lips.
You made the mistake of looking at him. Jaemin had his eyes closed, losing himself in the feeling of you against his mouth with his hands holding your thighs. His eyes locked with yours, and you could feel your stomach tying in knots in the best way. Jaemin never took his eyes away from your face as he flicked his tongue against your clit.
You watch as he let the saliva pooling on his tongue drip onto your cunt, making you shudder.
"Fuck.." you gasp as he lapped your arousal mixed with his spit.
Jaemin pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees to your chest and stuffing his face into your pussy. His tongue wiggled against your soft walls, feeling them close around the wet muscle.
You grabbed onto the sheets, only focusing on how Jaemin's making you feel.
"Jaem," you softly call his name, your hand returning to his head, "That feels so fucking good."
"Yeah?" you don't see the smirk stretching across his face before he slipped his fingers back inside of you. Your toes curled from the feeling of both his fingers and mouth. While he stretched your pussy open with his fingers, Jaemin wrapped his lips around your clit, giving the bundle of nerves the attention it deserves.
"Please, please, please, Jaemin, don't fucking stop. I'm gonna-"
"You wanna cum for me, baby?"
"Yes, fuck—I need to cum," you whined.
Jaemin could have sworn he died and went to heaven between the sound of you moaning his name and the slickness of your pussy.
Jaemin wrapped his arms under your thighs, keeping them from trembling around his head.
"You're gonna make me cum. Shit—I'm cumming!"
Your hips erratically thrashed against Jaemin's face, riding out your high.
Jaemin left one last kiss on your clit before checking on you. Your eyes were glossed over, screaming with desire for him. You press your lips to his, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue.
Jaemin's hands were all over you again, roughly cupping your breasts in his hands, making you mewl into his mouth.
"Jaemin..please," you mumble against his lips.
"What, baby?"
"Fuck me," you pant against his lips.
Jaemin stilled, looking into your eyes drowning with lust.
You didn't know what Jaemin was thinking, but you could tell your words had some effect on him from the way his cock twitched under his clothes against your thigh.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Jaemin. I fucking need it," you grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand back to your pussy, even wetter than before, "I need you."
"Fuck, angel," he groaned.
You grabbed the back of Jaemin's neck, bringing his lips to yours, and his fingers sank into your cunt once again.
"Your little pussy can barely take my fingers," you tried not to break eye contact with Jaemin as he fit three fingers inside of your sensitive cunt, "You think you can handle my cock, sweetheart?"
"Yes," you answer quickly. You weren't sure at all, but you sure as hell was gonna try.
Jaemin laughed at your quick response, "So desperate and needy for Nana." he kissed your lips.
You whimper when Jaemin draws his hand back, leaving you untouched. He sat back on his haunches as he tore his shirt off over his head.
You've seen Jaemin shirtless enough times to lose count. But seeing him now like this practically had you drooling from seeing his toned figure. You matched him by flinging off your top, leaving you completely naked before him.
He kicked off his boxers with his sweatpants before reaching over into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.
Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick standing at attention. You wrapped your hand around him, and he softly groaned. You smiled at his reaction, squeezing your fist around him.
"Princess.." he whispered when you kitten licked the pink tip.
You looked up at Jaemin with the most innocent smile, releasing his cock from your grasp and sitting back on your elbows.
Jaemin rolls the condom onto his dick before pumping his length in his hand a few times. He grabs you by your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. Jaemin, please."
"Okay. Just tell me when to stop, and I will."
Any words you meant to utter died on your tongue when Jaemin's cock head pushed into you.
You grabbed onto his arm, your eyes rolling back at the slight painful stretch. But it only hurt enough that it felt good.
"You're doing so good for me," Jaemin said, "Taking my cock so well."
"You're so fucking big," you whine.
"I know, baby, I know. We're almost there."
You were already feeling like you were being split apart, but he still hasn't bottomed out yet.
The last few inches slip in with ease from how wet you are.
You mewled and grabbed onto the sheets as your walls stretched around his cock to accommodate his size.
"You're okay," Jaemin cooed, softly brushing your hair out of your face, "It's okay, I've got you," he reassured you.
"Jaem, can you please move," you whimper.
Jaemin drew his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before sliding back in, feeling deeper than before.
"Like that, baby?" he asks.
"Yes, just like fucking that."
Jaemin rocked his hips into yours at a steady pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.
"You're making me feel so good, Jaem," you moan against his lips.
"Yeah? You like the way my cock just slides right into your pretty little pussy?" he smirks when he feels your pussy clench from his words.
"Mhm, yes!" you throw your head into the pillows, "Please go faster."
"What was that, bunny?" he asks, slowing down his movements.
You didn't think the pet name would have much effect on you, but it made your skin feel even hotter and your pussy even slicker. You were sure you were going to go delirious because of this man.
"M-More. Please, Nana...fuck me h-harder!"
"Of course, angel. You've been such a good girl for me. I'll give you anything you want."
You can hear the faint buzzing of your phone somewhere on the floor in the mess of clothes, probably texts from your friends trying to make you feel like you're missing out on the fun. But fuck a party if that meant being here with Jaemin, getting your brains fucked out instead.
Jaemin's fingers held onto your waist so tight; there'd be bruises to show for it by tomorrow.
Jaemin's eyes fall to where your bodies are connected, watching your pussy swallow his cock again and again.
"Shit, princess, your pussy feels so fucking good," Jaemin groans.
You only whine in response, unable to form words. Jaemin watched your tits bounce with every movement, hardly fighting the urge to reach out and cup your boob in his hand. He rolls his thumb over your sensitive nipple before tweaking it between two fingers, making you cry out.
Jaemin soothes the pain with his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola while he keeps his hand occupied with the other one.
"So good Nana. s-so good."
"Yeah, bunny? Only Nana makes you feel this good?"
"No one else ever. Only you."
Jaemin held your legs apart and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing uncoordinated circles.
The sound of the headboard hitting the wall mixed with your moans. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, rolling down the sides of your face as you repeatedly chanted Jaemin's name.
Your arms fell over your eyes, trying to hide from the embarrassment of Jaemin watching your messy pussy take his cock over and over.
"Ah ah," Jaemin held your arms above your head, keeping them there, so he could see your face, "Don't try to hide from me, angel," he smiled as he kissed you, "I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock. Okay, baby?"
"Yes." was all you said. That one word was the only thing you could say as you fell over the edge.
You see stars behind your eyelids, your limbs and senses going numb.
"That's it, sweetheart, cum for me."
"Jaemin-"
"I'm right behind you."
Jaemin fucked you through your orgasm, overstimulating you until he came. After emptying into the condom, Jaemin buried his face into your neck.
You just held each other until your breathing returned to normal, and he began checking on you.
"You did so good for me, baby," he kissed your damp cheek. "Are you okay?" he asks, brushing your hair out of your face.
You nod, sniffling, before Jaemin plants a kiss on your lips.
"Don't move, I'll be right back." he tells you.
You only nod, acknowledging his words as he kisses your forehead and leaves the room.
When a half-dressed Jaemin came back, he had seen that you barely moved from your spot. The only movement he can see is your chest slowly rising and falling. After wiping the stickiness off your skin, Jaemin redressed you in his clothes.
"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, softly caressing the back of your head when he notices you zoning out.
"Nothing," you mumble.
"Tell me," he says firmly.
"No one's ever made me feel like that."
"Feel like what?"
"Like you actually care about me," you lower your eyes from Jaemin's as if you were embarrassed. But he knows that's not on you.
"Of course, I do, angel." he almost looked offended that you would think otherwise. "You deserve everything and so much more. I still don't think I can understand why you would waste your time with those dickheads."
You shrug. "Maybe I was just hoping the next would be better than the last." you say, "But we can all see how well that worked out for me."
"Well, yeah. You're here with me now. And I'm definitely better than your last." Jaemin grins.
You smiled against his lips, softly kissing him. But just one kiss wasn't enough for you, and you found yourself chasing Jaemin's lips. You messed up his hair, running your fingers through it as Jaemin grabbed you by your thighs and seated you on his lap. Jaemin's tongue clashed with yours, his hands wandering all over your body.
"Jaemin."
"Mhm?"
"Don't start again." your actions greatly contrasted your words as you continued to kiss him and subtly rock your hips against his.
Jaemin probably should have thought about it before he gave you his clothes because now all he can think is how good you look with his shirt draped over your figure.
"Seeing you like this," he licks his lips, "So responsive and so sensitive, makes it hard to not want to."
"At least give me half an hour."
"Okay." he said, kissing your nose.
The unfinished joint from earlier made its way back to you as the two of you waited for the food you ordered to arrive.
Your munchies had your mouth salivating as you waited for Jaemin to unpack the bag the delivery guy just dropped off.
You excitedly unwrapped your food and immediately delved in. You moaned, your tastebuds savoring the flavor as you chewed. Jaemin, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on his food when you kept making the noises you were making.
Jaemin fed you some of his Lo mein, and you hummed sensually yet again.
"The more you keep doing that, the harder it is to not think about just taking you right here," Jaemin said so casually as he moved closer, "I could just push you on your back and keep my head buried between your thighs so I could eat you right instead."
"Jaemin." you could already feel the throbbing ache between your legs just from his words.
"You did say half an hour, no?" he asks, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter.
You nod, "I think it's been enough time." you say before closing the space.
You widened your legs when you felt Jaemin slip a hand between your bodies. He shoved his hand into the shorts you were wearing that happened to be his and wasted no time pulling your panties to the side. Jaemin ran his fingers between your slick folds, slowly massaging your lips, making you moan into his mouth.
Too caught up in one another, you didn't hear the voices at the front door until one of them called out to you two.
"Hey!"
You love your friends, but they couldn't have worse timing. Both a little annoyed, Jaemin reluctantly takes his hand away, making you whine.
"Jesus, this place reeks. How much did you guys smoke?" Jisung scrunches his nose as he enters the kitchen.
"Open a window and burn some incense," Jaemin says.
"Hey- ooh you got food," Rina, pupils dilated twice their size, coming up to you and waiting for you to feed her.
"You guys are home early. The cops busted it again?" you ask.
"No, Theo kicked everyone out when Seyoon tried swinging from the chandelier and jumping into the crowd," Yangyang answered.
Your brows raised, and your jaw slightly dropped. Of course, something exciting happens the one time you don't go. (Still don't regret it tho!)
"You didn't see all the videos we sent?"
"I've barely been on my phone," you say.
"What have you two been doing all night anyway?" Haechan asks as his girlfriend subtly tells him to back off.
"Nothing." you and Jaemin both answer.
"We just watched a movie and smoked," Jaemin said.
Haechan was suspicious but didn't question you two any further. Everyone moved into the living room, leaving you and Jaemin alone not before Rina signaled a thumbs up at you, and you nodded at her with a wink.
When you were sure they were out of earshot, you turned back to Jaemin.
"So much for round two," you pout.
"What makes you say that?"
"Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't fuck me when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room?"
"I said the first time I fuck you. I've savored every moment of that, and there will be plenty of times for me to savor every moment when it’s just the two of us later. I just want you now."
"So have me."
a/n: if the end seems like it’s rushed it’s cause it is. i really didn’t want to make it longer than it already was even tho I wanted to keep writing. and i didn’t think it would take me this long but life’s been crazy y’all but we’re finally here!! thank you so much for waiting and thank you so much for reading <33
feedback is appreciated!!
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the mighty twins
sully family x neteyams twin brother
angst, a lil rushed wc: 543
They are two mighty twins, y/n and neteyam. They experienced everything together, Their first breath, their first words, first steps, everything.
“Dad i wanna go home,”
“I'll take you home, just stay with me”
“I-i-” his body went limp, his breathing ceased, his pupils dilated.
His twin brother couldn't cry, all he felt was anger.
Anger at his father, anger at himself. He was the first to leave the rock.
Hearing his mother scream for eywa to bring back her first born. You were enraged, how could ewya take your beloved brother? He was everything, more than anybody you knew.
He was brave, caring, responsible, the perfect brother. But everything changed, having to save the damned human.
y/n felt his blood run hot, He felt as if the world had split apart. His world did.
His best friend for life, his other half, had died, in his arms. Nothing could stand in his way, he had to avenge his brother.
Without thinking, without a plan;
He threw a knife towards the fake na’vi standing in front of him. miles quaritch, the one who had stolen lives of many. He had your sister in his hands. A knife on her throat. Threatening to spill blood at any given moment. Y/n threw a random rock at the demon, he had let go of Kiri, due to the sudden pain on his back.
Jake and Neytiri had appeared, Jake took kiri and tuk into his arms. y/n ran, feet first, he kicked the demon.
They both fell, quick to stand up y/n had pulled out two daggers, hissing at quaritch.
They circled around one another waiting for the other to make a move.
y/n took notice of the small gun he held, He also took notice of the stray gun, by a lifeless body.
y/n backed up by the gun and picked it up with his tail.
He easily took the gun out of the grasps of his thin tail.
While he had shot the demon right in between his eyes,
He felt a pain right in the middle of his chest, there was a small human, with a gun pointing at him.
The human was shaking under the gaze of the na’vi. His mother, Neytiri, had snapped the small human's neck.
Black spot had entered his vision, he couldn't feel his body Not even after he had fallen on the hard surface beneath him.
Jake hooked his hands underneath y/n's knees. Another hand underneath his waist.
The family slowly retreated back to where Neteyams emotionless body lay.
“Do not miss me too much” y/n held a smile looking at his family.
As y/n took his last breath, pupils dilated. Lo’ak seeing this before with his oldest brother, looked above, praying that he would wake up and spend another day with the both of you.
When y/n went limp, not responding,
It almost looked like y/n and neteyams were protecting each other.
They mighty twins of Toruk Makto and neytiri, y/n and neteyam. They experienced everything together, Their first breath, their first words, first steps, everything. When neteyam died, so did y/n, brothers for life, even after death.
Nobody thought they would share their last breath together;
but they did.
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stay grounded pt.2
streamer Abby anderson x streamer reader 🌿
[part 1] [part 3]
TW: weed & poor usage of the english language. MDI
quick note: HUUUUGE thank you to all the comments and reblogs and asks 🥹🤲🏻 I never thought I would get to experience such overwhelming support regarding my silly lil fics so Im very grateful and hope you enjoy the upcoming parts just as much
24 full hours passed until the moment you were almost ready to open her message. You didn’t know what to say or what she was going to ask. You liked the message there because what if the conversation just didn’t go well? What if she was reaching out to complain about your fans ? or what if…well just
what if
You checked the time and then your phone.Depending on where she lived you either were about to respond way too early or way too late and that mattered to you a lot because you needed to have excuses made accordingly for he lack of responding
“she is at the gym” or “she’s probably asleep”
“heyyyy :)” you typed the response and stared at it for a hard minute. Was it childish? no it was fine, it seemed friendly
you erased it and typed a “hi :)”
no now I seem passive aggressive
you erased it again and typed a “heyy” and pressed send before you could overthink that as well. Your eyes were glued on the screen and you almost forgot to blink. After a few minutes you exited the convo and pretended you were busy re-organizing the furniture in your living room and sweeping the surface of the coffee table. Your phone pinged and you lunged yourself on the couch grabbing it and looking at who texted you
It was June who sent you a link to a tiktok.
june: check this out!!!
kys
you typed annoyed and she sent a crying face with a series of messages complaining about how much of a bully you were. You opened your ps4 and decided to continue playing valhalla
your fingers started to twitch and you kept clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth stressed. You needed a distraction so in the spur of the moment you posted a story announcing you would be doing a casual stream playing valhalla in 30 minutes and went to roll a blunt while preparing everything.
you checked your phone one last time to see that your message was still left unopened and you feared it would stay that way.
“fuck snap out of it” you whispered rubbing your temples and taking one last slow drag. You carefully put the blunt on your moon shaped ashtray and left it on the living room along with your phone which was on mute.
You did your makeup and checked yourself ok the monitor a couple of times making sure everything looked right from every angle and looked at the mirror at the side of your computer checking your posture and how the clothes you chose sat on you.
You went for the disheveled look with a baggy T and sweat’s structured in a way that looked messy. You would never admit that this carefree “breezy” look took you a good few hours to perfect
you finally turned on your stream and waited for the majority of people to tune in “Hey everyone!”
you greeted them and started reading through the comments while discreetly checking yourself in the viewfinder so that your jaw stayed sharp and your hair in tact
“Hi nice to have you back Grim!” you tried to engage in longer conversations with names you saw pop up frequently in your streams and 20 minutes in you sat back and went to open your game
“alright I don’t have much time today but I thought we could hang out while I go do some tasks in valhalla. I wanna clear out some regions”
you went back and forth from your game screen to your chat occasionally replying but mostly reacting to the game
“Oh that Eivor figure ? Yes so as much as I want it I just can’t justify a purchase like that yet…But hey its on my wishlist so I owe a date to anyone who gets it for me” you said with a soft chuckle and then paused the game to throw out a disclaimer
“seriously though don’t- I, I mean sure do that if you want to but I know kost of you are college students so please don’t throw your money on me in such a way ok?” you said and checked the chat with a soft smile. A big chunk of your crowd was very sweet saying that they wanted to get you something from your wishlist and you entertained them while also reminding them to be responsible with their money
truthfully you made enough from this job and while your wishlist was open you didn’t have the necessity to ask people for gifts unless they started the conversation first
The stream was nice and slow without much happening till out of nowhere you started hearing more and more often the “subscribed to your channel” notification and started getting confused
“My god, welcome but where are all of you coming from?” you asked genuinely confused and saw the chat interacting with another favored figure. Favored by you and by your overlapping audience
staygrounded69: So this is the game you recommended. Looks interesting
Your ears were burning and your hands started to shake. You pretending to be reading, not trusting yourself to speak without stuttering. Abby, Abigail fucking Anderson was watching your stream
“Oh look whos here! Id tell you all to greet Abs but I'm sure most of you somehow found me through her today” you awkwardly said and went back to the game. Someone shamelessly sent a superchat with a voice note
“Abby should dress up as Eivor. She has the muscles” and your eyes widened at the image of that.
“That's a nice idea but she should play the game and see if she even likes it in the first place guys”
staygrounded69: Im intrigued by it for sure!
you could almost here her, hell you could almost picture the way she would say that and it did nothing to calm your nerves so in a rush you tried to end the stream feigning sleep taking over you and saying a bold lie that you had early classes tomorrow.
Once you logged out you turned off your pc and sat on your chair for a good few minutes breathing in and out thinking back to what had just happened
this was impossible. How? Why? no back to how. Actually why is better
why did she watch my stream?
You jumped off your chair and ran to the living room remembering the message. Sure enough there was a notification from the woman herself. Multiple actually
staygrounded69: the game you suggested seems interesting enough. Wanna gimme a summary of it yourself?
and then
staygrounded69: sorry was that overwhelming? Shit my fans go wild sometimes
You tapped to see her stories and her last was a photo of her living room, her dog Alice on the floor laying and her screen showing your stream. You took a good look at the image and your eyes stayed fixed on the corner of the pic where you could see her cropped frame showing only her spread legs in those mouth watering gray sweatpants
you went back to the messages
No its fine! caught me off guard is all but thanks for the shoutout <33
you answered and cringed at how formal and distant your response seemed
And of course I hope you actually enjoyed my stream
you waited and waited and a few minutes later you saw the sent turn into seen and the three dots appeared of her typing and deleting her message
staygrounded69: I did. Weird I never came across you before but you are very entertaining. Got a good look at what valhalla is about as well
no please don’t judge it by my stream today! its so much more than the shitty little quests I did today
you rushed to send the message, your passion overclouding your judgment and throwing your plans on the mysterious flirting out of the fucking window
You wanted to double text and divert the conversation to something else so that it would keep going but didn’t know how and felt that perhaps, that would’ve been a little more ambitious of you. After all she did only text you about the game in the first place
While you weren’t surprised about it but was a bit crestfallen, the conversation ended there with Abby leaving you on seen
•••
the next two days you obsessively waited for her to post a photo, which she didn’t and waited for a story which there was none and eventually with your friends help you shoved your phone in your bag and tried to get over it
It helped that you had a fat stack of assignments to work through for the week so you buried your head in fabrics and threads and tried to finish the project that was given.
a suit, which meant one inch sewn too far and the thing would be loose and crooked. You used once again yourself as a model for the costume since dragging your friends away from their work and studies didn’t sit well with you. Besides, anyone would be bored of having to sit and wait for you to stitch ,measure, sew, tell them to get up, make them put it on and then do all of that fifty times over till you got the piece right.
Cassie did insist she would love doing that for you given that she had the time but you still refused.
You would love to eventually have an actual model for your end of year fashion show but until then You'd just have to do.
By Friday everything was fixed and wrapped ready to be presented. You were waiting in line as all of you presented your work to the professor and she took her time studying each student's work. You had already tried the suit on and had taken photos to have proof that the measurements were correct both on you and on the doll that you used so you weren't too worried about it.
You had posted the photos on your profile unsure of how they would go since you felt like no one would care enough about things unrelated to the games you play.
“You did a good job. This Fabric though, Why did you choose it?”
your throat was dry and your nerves on edge
“I wanted the extra effect and felt velvet would look good on some parts”
“I see. Try to add extra effect when you learn how to do the basics first, alright?”
You wanted to cry but just gave a curt nod, put the suit back in the bag and went to the back of the class waiting for the short examination to end. This week had a banging start and a Godawful end and you couldn’t wait to go home and sleep it off. You checked the time. one more class and then you were free
In between lectures you decided to head to the cafeteria to see if there was anything left to snack on besides protein bars that tasted like dust or chips which, of course there wasn’t. Kitchen was open only in the early hours which left all of you who had afternoon-night classes to starve and figure it out on your own. With a sigh you went to the guy and asked for a coffee
“I want-“
“Iced latte, sugar and hazelnut syrup. Don’t worry I remember the type of cake you get in your espresso”
you chuckled and leaned against the counter scrolling leisurely through your feed not bothering to check the likes or comments yet
“long week?”
“yeah and I had project presentation too”
“oh shit. What major are you in again?”
“Fashion design and construction. I like it not complaining just-“
You were checking everyone's stories eventually landing on Ellies and had to double check making sure you weren’t mistaken or too sleep deprived to see well. She has shared your post of you wearing your velvet crimson suit. A deep V cut suit and she boldly left a little note at the corner
A good day to be a lesbian
“just?” The barista asked passing you, your coffee which you barely heard, too confused on how she even found you. Making the immediate and only reasonable connection you checked Abby's feed. She had shared your photo a few hours before ellie did and she left a little comment of her own. Way more specific and catered to you making your stomach do a backflip
This woman ♡
Your knees were weak and you started to feel nauseous. You took a seat at the counter looking up at the barista
“mind if I take a seat?”
“sure, did something happen? You don’t look so good”
“I'm fine- thanks…Just light headed”
“alright take your time”
he went back to his work, his frame disappearing behind the door of the -staff only- room leaving you alone.
Thankfully the cafeteria had few people left. two girls at the far east corner on their computers and a guy on the other end of the counter listening to music on his phone and taking notes.
You sent the screenshots to your groupchat. after 10 minutes of being left on “delivered” You spammed them with different meaningless messages to get their attention. Cassie was the first to cave in
cassie: Should we call you international casanova now or…?
CASSIE!!
June: They are both in seattle so I guess she's moving locally
Cassie: Seattle is 1,000€ away from our country so not really
Guys can you help?! Im panicking
Do I text Abby? should I respond
June: YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY?! YES OF COURSE SHE IS SENDING YOU HINTS
Cassie: Damn you really said “I will miss every chance God throws at me”
Rick: sent a link to a facebook post
Cassie: ???
You laughed, feeling a little better trying to ignore the obvious set for failure that any of this flirting was considering that indeed, Abby lived too far
You shook your head and went to respond to her story. If you just thanked her, this wouldn’t go anywhere. If you whined about your teacher this would show uncomfortable familiarity
Took me a week but was worth the effort♡
you responded and her immediate reply came few seconds later
staygrounded69:You made this?! Man you’re talented
No no it's just…measuring and shit.Anyone who’s handy with crafting could learn that
staygrounded69:You could say I'm good with my hands yeah…
You choked on your coffee and started coughing, your arm over your mouth to drown the noise. You had the most stupid smile on your face. You grabbed your bag and decided that you would skip the last class to go back home. No, you needed to enjoy this the way you enjoyed reading a good romance book and the only way to do that was in the comfort of your apartment.
once you reached the bus stop you opened your phone again and went to your chat
Man she was shameless and you leaving her on read for 20 minutes did nothing to make her falter. You could definitely get behind this attitude. It was expected that someone so timid and shy would probably have a nastier side and you really wanted to find out to what extent that went
And here I was hoping to teach you
staygrounded69:That’s one way to spend our date. Learning how to sew sounds interesting
Date? You sure are bold
staygrounded69:Am I? its you who owes me one. Don’t go back on your word now
You looked at the message puzzled, your smile dropping due to the genuine confusion. Did she mistake you for someone else ? Was this message directed to another girl? your bus came and the doors slid open with the rest of the college students walking in. You looked up at their moving frames and finally had a spark of an idea.
it was stupid and a reach but you did make that stupid offer on your stream regarding the ¼ scale Eivor statue.
You checked your wishlist and scrolled all the way down before finally switching to the “purchased” section.
It was there
you went back to your chat
insane. You are insane
staygrounded69; Dont worry about it. Its not the different from getting you coffee
jesus how much do these sponsors pay you?!
you asked and chuckled awkwardly to yourself. Needless to say. You had very well missed your bus too focused on the conversation and the unexpected direction it took. In the back of your mind you had a bad hunch. This didn’t feel like Abby. But you didn’t know Abby so you decided to push it back for once and let yourself enjoy whatever was going on
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Your brows shot up and your eyes went from your phone to the side of the pavement. You kicked a stone and let it tumble.
She had onlyfans. Abby anderson had onlyfans and you had no idea. Oh this was dangerous information. You were sure your bank was about to cancel your cards by telepathically reading your mind any minute now.
My bad, I had no idea.
staygrounded69: Yeah set it up not too long ago which fuck, I left you on read cause things were all over the place with work. Sorry for that
Your heart felt warm and you were glad to redirect the heat in your pants to somewhere more productive. Preferably that would’ve been your brain but that didn’t work even when Abby wasn’t involved.
its cool, I get it
staygrounded69: Now about that date
I'd love to but I happen to live a few
countries away from yours
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you bit your lip. You could not believe this. You would go on call with her. The most beautiful woman to ever grace this planet wanted to go on a call with you and play a game. Ha! and people say romance is dead
deal 💕
you said and content you locked your phone and took a seat at the bus stop waiting for your ride. You felt a little more appreciative of how your week ended after all
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coming next: cotton exploring Abbys OF page so next episode will finally have some spice <3
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He Loves me, She Loves me Not
A/n -This is a college AU where curses don’t exist nor do sorcerers. Warning: Strong language, bullying, pain
“Why are you staring? Is there something on my face?” The sound of fingers snapping in your ear brought you out of your trance. “What?” The word came out quieter than anticipated. Maki scoffs and rolls her eyes.
“You’re staring into space again, what’s going on up there?” She asks as her hand forms a fist and knocks against your head. Pushing her hand away, you take a step back. “Instead of talking about me. We should talk about you!” You say putting on a smile as the words fall from your lips.
Maki being Maki shuts it down immediately “No”. She says blankly, you sigh and wave her off. “Do you have any other classes today?” You’d ask curious as you pull out your phone to check if you had any remaining classes after 5 p.m.
“No, I'm free the rest of the day. I'm planning on hanging out with Panda today. Wanna join?” she peers at you questioningly awaiting an answer. You frown slightly, “Can’t… I have another class to get to at 5:56” It was a very specific number, but I didn’t make the rules.
It was currently 5:24 p.m. “Bummer” You roll your eyes at her “Whatever…I should get going if I want to be able to pick a good seat.” You give Maki a quick hug then wave goodbye as you descend the hall. It was a Saturday afternoon and not many students were here. Students liked having classes in the morning, so the rest of the day was theirs.
You passed several lecture halls and classes on your way to your lecture. Figuring it would be a good idea to use the bathroom before you were stuck in an hour-and-a-half lecture having no way to pee. Making a right at the end of the hall instead of a left.
After making a few more turns you’d finally made it to the restroom. Sighing in relief at the sight of the bathroom entrance, you walk closer and see a male figure leaning up against the girl's bathroom wall. The boy had his head down so you couldn’t see his face.
As if he read your mind, the boy lifted his head then it hit you. It was Yuta Okkotsu…The boy who made your high school year a living hell. The memories of your second year in high school flooded your brain.
A large hand gripped my hair carelessly and roughly, forcing my head up. My eyes seal shut in sudden pain at the top of my head. I wince in pain, my head pounding from the harsh grip. I could make out the sounds of giggling, picture taking, recordings, and familiar voices of my peers. “Open your eyes Bitch”..Bitch… A word I’d grown all too familiar with during my second year of high school.
When my eyes didn’t open immediately, a cruel hand met the left side of my face, it left a stinging sensation. My eyes opened just enough to see the girl in front of me. Rika…. Rika was the girlfriend of Yuta. They were titled the Power Couple. Yuta was someone you’d call a bad boy. One whom you couldn’t get close to. Rika was a Regina George. God, I hated her… No one would understand how much I wanted her ending to end up like Regina's. Unfortunately, life isn't a movie.
Soft slim fingers grip my cheeks and pull my head up forcing eye contact. “Pathetic” The word was followed by the spray of saliva. I tried to turn my head away but the hand on my face wouldn’t let me. I was fighting everything in me to not cry, not willing to give her such satisfaction. “I’d think twice before talking to my man again before you go and talk to him trying to hoe yourself around…remember this”.
All this happened because she caught me and her boyfriend in an empty class together. He had dragged you in there after class to continue his previous harassment. Her fingers pushed my head away, and the grip on my hair loosened and I fell to the floor. I let out a long breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’d never hoe myself around, especially not to your garbage of a boyfriend.”
my eyes met hers as the words fell from my mouth. A large foot pressed down on my back forcing me closer to the ground. Causing me to gasp. Rika giggled and left the room.
Soft slim fingers grip my cheeks and pull my head up forcing eye contact. “Pathetic” The word was followed by the spray of saliva. I tried to turn my head away but the hand on my face wouldn’t let me. I was fighting everything in me to not cry, not willing to give her such satisfaction. “I’d think twice before talking to my man again before you go and talk to him trying to hoe yourself around…remember this”.
All this happened because she caught me and her boyfriend in an empty class together. He had dragged you in there after class to continue his previous harassment. Her fingers pushed my head away, and the grip on my hair loosened and I fell to the floor. I let out a long breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’d never hoe myself around, especially not to your garbage of a boyfriend.”
my eyes met hers as the words fell from my mouth. A large foot pressed down on my back forcing me closer to the ground. Causing me to gasp. Rika giggled and left the room.
Dangerous blue eyes stared at you directly, as if staring into your soul. Your breathing was shagged and heavy. Heart pounding. Praying he couldn’t hear you. You couldn’t bring yourself to blink…. scared that if you did he’d end you. Your throat felt tight and your mouth went dry. The grip on your phone was so tight your knuckles were turning white.
His mouth parted to speak but someone had interrupted him before he could. The two of you broke eye contact to look at the person. Rika…” Of course they’re still together,” you think to yourself. Rika was speaking but you didn’t care to listen, you learned to drown her out years ago. Yuta’s attention was on Rika, so you took the opportunity to quickly slip away. When his eyes went back to the stop you were last. You were gone.
You sprinted down the university halls, forgetting all about the upcoming lecture. You burst through the entrance finally stopping and catching your breath. “No, no, NO! Please don’t let this be real...” Tears threaten to fall, and your throat tightens. “Please. Please” the words come out shallow.
Quickly unlocking your phone with trembling hands, you texted Miwa asking if you two could meet at a local coffee shop. “Please don’t be busy. Please,” you say while biting your nails in anticipation.
‘…’ the bubbled dots on the screen of your phone were jumping as if to taunt you. You try to calm yourself down and steady your breath by taking deep breaths and slowly count to 10. You unlock your phone once more and see Miwa texted you back.
“Of course, I’m 5 minutes out so now should be fine. See you soon! :)” You let out a short breath. Thanking whoever answered your prayer. Not wasting another second, you rush down the stairs of the building and begin your journey to the coffee shop.
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Arriving off campus to the small city by the campus you make your way to the coffee shop. Pushing the doors open rather quickly, eyes scan the area for the blue-haired girl. Miwa spotting you first waves a hand and calls you over. You smile and make your way over to her. You pulled her into a hug and nearly broke down in her arms. Miwa being the sweetheart of me sensed something was wrong.
That and you were hugging her extremely tight. “What's wrong y/n?” she says pulling back from the hug and guiding you to the other open seat at the table. “He…He’s back” Words coming out quietly. She looks at you confused. “Who…Who’s back?” You look her square in the eyes “Yuta is back, and he’s attending the same college as me” Miwa's mouth drops, and her hand quickly covers it.
Concern is written all over her face and sympathy is evident in her eyes. Just as you were about to say something a waiter interrupted you. He slid a piece of paper onto the table, and it read “Hello, what can I get you, ladies, today”. you looked at the paper confused then you looked up.
Horror was written on your face now, confused long discarded. The eyes that were staring down at you were a beautiful purple, like that of a wisteria tree. Those were the same purple eyes that stared at you empathetically at your bruised body all those years ago.
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A/n- I’m thinking of making this into a series, should I? Please do give constructive criticism. I'm always looking for ways to improve. Do leave feedback, thank you for reading.
#writers on tumblr#yuta okkotsu#rika#jjk#inumaki toge#toge#maki zenin#panda#jjk miwa#jujutsu kaisen#inumaki x reader#jjk x reader
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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴠɪɪ
pairing: george karim x fem!reader
wordcount: 3.6k
summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make
a/n: the angst has finally started hehe
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For a moment, it felt like the world itself had stopped spinning. You were frozen in place, fingers hovering over the bag's zipper unmoving.
Your heart was racing almost as quickly as your thoughts as you stared down at your now trembling hands, trying to process what you had just heard.
"W- what?"
George didn't say anything, and with your heart beating out of your chest you willed your muscles to move, to turn around, expecting him to be looking at you.
But he wasn't looking at you. Instead, he had his eyes and the light of his flashlight fixed on a piece of paper.
"I love you more than you could ever know", he repeated, slowly lowering the paper and raising his head to look at you. His gaze was so intense it sent shivers down your spine.
"Love letters, (name)."
He came around from behind the desk with quick steps, pointing excitedly at the paper that had neat handwriting on one side.
"Do you know what means?"
You just stared up at him, unable to get a single word out or even just shake your head.
But he ignored you anyway.
"Lockwood! You gotta see this!"
As soon as he was out of the room, you collapsed on the floor. The hilt of your rapier, that was fastened to your belt, was pressing painfully into your stomach, but you ignored it. Over the ringing in your ears, you could hear George and Lockwood talking animatedly in the other room, but you ignored it.
Instead, you forced yourself to take one deep, slow breath after the other. Your chest felt so tight it might as well was the only thing that kept your heart from splitting into a million tiny pieces. Your vision was blurry, and you blinked away the tears frantically, though one still managed to escape and made its way down your cheek to your trembling lips.
Pull yourself together.
You bit the inside of your cheek so hard it almost drew blood and the searing pain was enough to snap you out of it.
Just as you had managed to get up, your knees feeling weak for all the wrong reasons, Lucy came in. Her brows furrowed immediately upon seeing you and she rushed over, her hand on your elbow as if she wanted to steady you.
"Are you okay, (name)? You look a little pale", she asked gently.
At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to just collapse in her arms and cry, but instead, you straightened your back and took a deep breath. You just nodded because you didn't trust your voice yet and together, you made your way over to the other room.
Lockwood and George stood at the desk, leaning over the letter, Lockwood holding the flashlight while George was running his finger over the page, reading intently.
You went to stand next to Lockwood.
"You good, (name)?", he asked after he glanced at you and you wondered just how much of the pain you were feeling was showing on your face.
"There is some stuff in here that I'm not going to repeat", George said finally and took a step back from the desk. "But it seems like the butler… well, let's say he isn't just a butler to her."
Lockwood crossed his arms.
"I think I know who the ghost is we're dealing with here."
Lucy looked surprised. "How did you get that from this letter?"
"Remember when I told you Lord Blackwood himself called me a few days ago?", he began. "Well, he didn't. I've been trying to figure out what it was that bothered me so much about the few words the butler said to us earlier, and why he hadn't been talking to us at all before that."
Lockwood ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand up in all different directions. Hedgehog, was all you could think of for a second.
In the dim glow of the flashlights, the darkness around his eyes seemed deeper than usual.
"You mean…" Lucy trailed off.
"He was the one who called me, yes."
"They killed him", George said slowly. He had picked the letter up again, holding it close to his face.
"(name), go check if you can find more letters", Lockwood said. "Ideally we find one where they admit to it. That will make dealing with DEPRAC much less of a hassle later."
You didn't find it in yourself to protest, so you made your way back to the other desk. The drawer was still pulled open, and you kneeled down next to it for better access. There was a neat stack of letters, it seemed like George had just picked up the one at the top. You put your flashlight aside to get them all out of the drawer, when the light flickered, then went out.
You cursed under your breath and felt around for the flashlight on the plush carpet when suddenly a loud thud sounded behind you. You startled, knocking your knee hard against the edge of the drawer which had a small yelp of pain slip past your lips.
"Is everything alright, (name)?" That was Lucy.
Just at that moment, your fingers found the cool metal of the flashlight and closed around it to pick it up. You aimed the light behind you, where a thick book was lying on the floor. It looked completely unassuming, but you knew better.
"Just a book that fell down", you called back, trying to keep your voice sounding calm and pleasant. "I'm coming back now."
You grabbed a handful of letters and stood up slowly, trying to level your breathing.
Do not panic.
You didn't dare turn your back to the bookcase so you were walking backwards towards the door. You were in the middle of the room, only a few steps away from - relative - safety, when you noticed a second book inching forward gradually as if an invisible hand was pulling it off the shelf.
You watched in horror as it tipped over the edge and fell, almost in slow motion. But before it could hit the floor, you whipped around and sprinted to the door.
There was no way for you to slow down as it slammed shut with a deafening bang, so you collided full force with the wood.
You felt dizzy for a few moments as you stumbled back disoriented.
On the other side of the door was a rush of voices and footsteps.
"(name)! (name), are you okay?!" George was violently shaking the door handle, it even sounded like he was throwing himself against the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"(name), get into the iron circle immediately!" Lockwood's voice was stern, but you could hear the worry behind his words.
You bent down to pick up the flashlight you had dropped, and your vision went black for a second.
It was when you turned around that you realised you never got as far as even getting the chains out of the bag.
"I'll have to make one first", you called over your shoulder.
George was now banging against the door. "Why is there no circle? You were supposed to make one!"
You felt tears prickling in your eyes at his accusing tone. With blurry vision you ripped the zipper of the bag open and pulled the chains out, trying to ignore how several other books fell out of the shelves behind you.
"(name), answer me! Are you in the circle?!" George was shouting now, and you were crying. The chains slid through your hands, banging on the floorboards, and you dropped to your knees to try and form a circle with them.
"(name)!"
"What?!" you yelled back, tears flowing freely as you stood up inside the iron circle, drawing your rapier with a shaky hand. This was all too much.
"Are you in the circle?!"
You laughed bitterly. His concern just made you angry now.
"I wouldn't have to be if you had just secured the door, like you were supposed to do!"
"Stop arguing, it's just gonna feed it of your anger!" This was Lucy.
You closed your eyes, trying to calm the storm that was raging inside you. You felt like you were submerged under water, your emotions like big waves and strong currents throwing you around like a puppet. If you wanted to get out of here alive, you need to get a grip on yourself.
"How am I supposed to stay calm when she is in there alone!?" George was pounding against the door so hard you thought it might fly off its hinges at any moment.
"George, stop it! You're just hurting yourself!" Lucy sounded exasperated and then lowered her voice to say something to him that you couldn't make out through the door.
Your head was pounding, the static noise that until now had just been like a mildly annoying fly in the corner of the room had increased in volume. When you went to push a strand of hair off your face, you noticed your fingertips came back red. Shit. You felt over your forehead and temple and winced at the sharp pain as your fingers brushed over a cut above your eyebrow. Your run-in with the door hadn't left you entirely unscathed, it seemed.
"(name), do you have the letters with you? Maybe you'll find something about what might be the source in there." You could tell that Lucy tried her best to stay calm, and you had never been more thankful to have her.
You sat back down, your rapier next to you, and with trembling hands, you ripped open the first letter. Luckily the handwriting was legible even in the dim light, but in your haste to read you stumbled over the words, sometimes skipping whole sentences and paragraphs. You briefly wondered why the letters were here, in this office. It couldn't be Blackwood's office then.
The pile of unread letters in front of you was shrinking as you were making your way through them, even though the freezing cold air had made your fingers so stiff you could barely move them anymore.
So far, you had found nothing. It was just pages over pages full of love confessions that frankly, made you sick to your stomach. There was nothing you wanted to think less about at that moment.
Staying inside the small iron circle you had made for yourself had kept you safe so far, though it was hard to block out the sounds of falling books, the rattling of pens in drawers and the sinister creaking of the heavy desk as if it might lift off the ground and smash you to death any second.
You got startled by a thick book that flew off the desk, skidding over the floor towards you and coming to a halt in front of you.
The surprised sound you made prompted a commotion on the other side of the door.
"What is it? Are you okay?"
You didn't reply. Your eyes were fixed on the book, which should have stopped before it made contact with the iron. Instead, it had made a dent in the chain circle.
The panic that you had been able to control so far was threatening to take over your body. The atmosphere in the room had shifted while you had been busy reading the letters, and you hadn't noticed the fine slivers of ghost fog that had gathered in the corners of the room.
George called out your name, banging against the door and shaking the handle once more.
"I'm fine", you said, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.
You forced yourself to go back to reading the letters, even though every fibre in your body told you to run. You cursed yourself for the hot panic that was searing through your veins, that was making it hard to focus. What kind of pathetic agent were you that you couldn't even keep your cool in a situation like this.
The first time you read it, you almost didn't register it. It was only after a few more lines that your brain caught up and you realised that this was it.
"They strangled him", you called out, your cracking voice sounding just like Lord Blackwood's might have in his last moments.
At your words, there was a gust of wind that pulled on your clothes and whirled up the letters you had carelessly thrown aside.
"Is there more?!" Lucy yelled through the door and you flattened the letter on the ground, trying to hold it in place despite the supernatural wind growing stronger, and more books falling off the shelves and sliding over the carpet and the floorboards, some of them reaching unnervingly close to your circle of chains.
The static noise was getting unbearable loud, filling your head and making it difficult to keep your eyes open when you just wanted to squeeze them shut and curl up in a ball.
"The source needs to be in there somewhere!", Lockwood shouted. The banging on the door had stopped. The beam of light from your flashlight cut through the darkness as you shone it around the room, desperate for any sort of hint of a source. But nothing was catching your eye until you turned around.
The wallpaper was glittering under the glow of the light, tiny ice crystals blooming on the rough surface, spreading further out.
"Lucy! The picture!", you cried, and you heard someone take off running. The wind roared, and you almost lost your footing, flailing your arm around in an attempt to hold onto something, but your hand grasped at nothing. Another blast of wind, and this time it was strong enough to blow the chains apart. You screamed.
And then, just like that, silence.
You stood in the dark, breathing heavily, feeling strangely empty as the static noise was still echoing in your head.
The door burst open, and as soon as arms wrapped around you from behind, it was like all strength left your body at once and your knees buckled.
"Are you okay?", Lockwood asked breathlessly, holding you up.
You nodded feebly, and he released you as soon as you found your footing again.
He raised his flashlight and grimaced. "That cut doesn't look good."
Just then, Lucy came rushing in. She hugged you tightly, gripping your shoulders after she stepped back.
"I'm so glad you're alive!"
You smiled weakly. You felt like a truck had run you over.
"Where is George?" The question slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself. As much as you were trying to fight it, it did sting a little that he didn't seem to care enough to come check on you. Part of you had even hoped he'd be the first through that door, hoped for his arms around you instead of Lockwood's.
Lucy grimaced. "He uhm… he's not been doing so well for the past few minutes. We think it might be the after-effects of the boneglass."
George was sitting slumped against one of the bookshelves, staring off into the distance with an empty expression. You fought the urge to kneel down next to him, instead you extended your hand.
He looked up at you, and for a few moments, you just stared at each other, before he slowly raised his arm. His hand settled in yours, and you were surprised by how cold it was.
You helped him stand, and time seemed to slow down as he stood close to you, studying your face.
"You are hurt." It wasn't a question, but it did pull you out of the trance you were in and made you take a step back. His hand slipped out of yours.
"It's not that bad. What is wrong with you?" That question wasn't entirely just about the state he was in, but he couldn't have known that.
He shrugged. "Boneglass. I was just feeling … dizzy."
"Hey lovebirds, get over here", Lockwood called from the desk, where he had gathered all the letters.
Never before had a comment from Lockwood felt so much like cruel mockery, and yet you could still feel yourself blushing. But you didn't want to see George's reaction to that or to Lockwood's stupid comment, so you made it a point to not look at him and went to stand next to Lucy.
A glance at the watch on your wrist told you that it was just after 2 am.
"I think I know what happened here", Lockwood said and pointed out a few paragraphs on the pages spread out in front of him.
"Blackwood's daughter has some sort of a secret affair with the butler and they needed Blackwood out of the way. What do you do with an unpleasant parent?" He looked around, but no one was saying anything.
His finger came down on one of the letters. "That's right, you kill them. Strangled in this case, it seems like. For whatever reason, they felt the need to write that down in excruciating detail."
"But why would they leave these letters here?" asked Lucy.
Lockwood shrugged. "I have no idea. I had already guessed that they moved something out of the way last night and that's why they held us off until tonight, but I have no idea what and why it wasn't these letters." He picked up one of the pages. "They strangled him, so there is no murder weapon. Would explain why the painting was the source."
You realised that in your panic to read all the letters to find a way out of the room you hadn't really taken anything in.
"And why are we here?"
Lockwood was picking up one letter after the other, scanning it quickly. At that moment, he was reminding you of George.
"They want to sell the manor and leave with the money. Can't sell a haunted house, so we're here to remedy that. Obviously, they can't tell us they are responsible for the haunting, so the butler called me, pretending to be Lord Blackwood and then they just tell us he's sick so we don't ask any questions."
He grinned at you brightly. "But we're Lockwood and Co, so of course we're asking questions. I say we gather our stuff, sneak outside, call DEPRAC, and give them these for a little light reading." He gathered up the letters and stuffed them into the inside pocket of his coat.
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The rest of the night went by in a blur. After you stepped outside and took a few deep breaths of the crisp cold night air, you realised just how exhausted you were. Everything that had happened tonight had left you with aching limbs, racing thoughts and a deep sadness. You managed to push it all down while you were sitting and waiting for DEPRAC, while they were dealing with Genevieve and her murderous lover, while a medic patched up the cut over your eyebrow, even while you sat in one of the DEPRAC vans that took you and your equipment back to London.
It was only after they had dropped you off at 35 Portland Row, after you had turned down Lockwood's suggestion for all of you to drink a cup of tea before going to sleep, after you had changed into your pyjamas and had crawled under your covers, clutching them to your chest in the darkness of your room. Only after that the tears came, silently running down your cheeks as you replayed the scene over and over in your mind.
Having George say these words to you must have been the cruellest joke the universe ever played on you. It was a ten-second glimpse into the life you wished for yourself, a beautiful fantasy that had been shattered immediately after by none other than George himself. And he probably hadn't even noticed. He probably didn't think twice about it.
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You spent the entire next day in your bed. You didn't even open your blinds, instead keeping the room dark and slipping in and out of sleep every few hours. You ignored Lucy and Lockwood knocking on your door, and when George knocked, you just pulled your blanket over your head and waited until you heard his footsteps on his way back down the stairs. You did get up to get the cup of tea and the pile of toasts he had left in front of your door though.
By the time you heard George and Lucy go to their rooms in the evening, you had made your decision. You wanted to cry just thinking about it - but deep down you knew it was the right decision for you. You couldn't keep going like this.
And so you wrapped yourself in your dressing gown and snuck down the stairs to the library, where Lockwood sat on the couch reading yesterday's paper.
You knocked tenderly on the half-open door to alert him of your presence and closed it behind you after you entered.
Lockwood glanced at you and smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a concerned frown as he noticed your expression. He folded the paper and set it aside, then motioned you to sit on the couch.
"Everything alright?", he asked gently.
You felt a lump in your throat as you sat down, clasping your hands in your lap and digging your nails into your palms, hoping to get through this without bursting into tears.
"I want to quit."
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Hihii!! Your writings are so incredibly good like you deserve to be one of the big 3 writers of kpop fanfic dead serious here. Can i request random moments with idol yeonjun!! In the dorm, practice room, with the members. Just random moments while dating yeonjun :))
soft moments with yeonjun
a/n. WHAT!! thank you so much for such kind words i’m gonna cry, you’re so sweet 😭😭 and thank you for requesting!! it was so fun to write ㅠㅠ somethimes i wanna give this man the biggest hug possible ... you can find taehyun’s version here! :D
also fairy of shampoo my fav song always and forever <\\3
[ WHENEVER I SEE HER ] you opened the door from the practice room with your arm because your hands were busy.
"jun, i bought us some chic–" you started but stopped in your tracks, eyes landing upon dancing yeonjun. he, on the other hand, didn’t even stutter. you watched him in silence, heart filling with joy and pride.
when he suddenly stopped and came up to his phone, grabbing it, you realised he was filming a tiktok. you closed the door and once you turned back around, your boyfriend was already standing in front of you.
"hi baby" he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead, taking off the bucket hat and handing you the phone while taking away the bags with food "what do you think?"
as your eyes were focused on the screen, watching yeonjun’s swift body movements, his were fixated on you. he didn’t fail to notice how your smile grew wider, e/c eyes filled with admiration.
you watched till end and gave him back the phone with a grin.
"what can i say, my boyfriend is the most talented person i’ve ever met. you nailed the dance. i think you should post it" you hummed and saw the tips of his ears turning red "now let’s eat. i bet you’re hungry"
[ I’M NOT LONELY ] yeonjun went backstage with jeongeui and beomjune, chatting with them. still in his racer-y outfit, soft smile on his lips as he was in a good mood after inkigayo but above all, he couldn’t wait to see you. this week was so busy for both of you and you barely had some time together. he just wanted to plop down on a couch and watch a movie while cuddling you… or go out on a walk–
"isn’t that y/n?" he heard jeongeui’s chuckle and his head snapped towards the direction she was talking about. his smile grew wider as soon as he saw you running towards him. his co-hosts started laughing at how adorable you two were but honestly, it was so heartwarming to see how his whole face lit up.
"catch me!" you yelled and thanks to his quick reflexes, it was possible. with loud laughter erupting from the near people, you jumped onto yeonjun, legs wrapping around his waist as his hands held you in a secure way.
"you’re impossible" he scoffed as he spun you around.
"i love you too" you grinned and cupped his face, smothering him in kisses. you felt his smile grew wider and cheeks becoming warmer.
[ EVEN WITH MY SAD HEART, IT DISAPPEARS FAR AWAY ] "you’ve gained weight" yeonjun’s eyes stumbled upon a mean comment on vlive. he knew he can’t worry about such things yet his head started filling up with negative thoughts. he smiled softly, shaking his head. "did i?"
he heard the doors open and saw you in them, shaking your head. a soft smile sprung over his lips.
"even if, so what? will you love me less?" he teased, holding eye contact with you. you grabbed your phone, typing aggressively.
he scoffed when his phone started buzzing like crazy from the amount of received text messages. and he read them, the bitterness of a mean comment washing away into forgetfulness.
loml, y/n <3: CHOI YEONJUN YOU ARE PERFECT
loml, y/n <3: EVEN IF YOU GAINED WEIGHT THEN SO WHAT YOU ARE HEALTHY AND LOOK PERFECT
loml, y/n <3: IGNORE THE MEAN MOAS >:(
loml, y/n <3: I’LL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG ONCE YOU FINISH THE VLIVE
loml, y/n <3: EAT MY BOY EAT
loml, y/n <3: I LOVE YOU
see 16 more…
[ SHE’S MY FAIRY OF SHAMPOO ] you yawned, the light from the freezer making you squint your eyes. but you noticed the ice cream you wanted and grabbed them, closing the door.
as you searched for a spoon, as quietly as you could, you didn’t hear the footsteps. but someone put on the light, making you close your eyes from the sudden brightness.
"y/n, what are you even–" yeonjun whispered but noticed the ice cream in your hand. he turned off the light.
"what? i was in a mood for some ice cream" you sighed, cracking an eye open and sighing in relief when you saw that he turned off the light.
"aren’t those kai’s tho?" yeonjun asked, stepping closer to you.
"he ate mine so i guess we’re gonna be even" you hummed, sitting down. yeonjun just scoffed as his eyes looked at the clock. 5:53am.
"you know what?" he sighed, smiling softly. you just hummed because your mouth were full of the sweets "i want some too…"
[ FROM THIS MOMENT ON ] you and beomgyu bursted out laughing, your stomach aching from the amount of laughter today. you couldn’t help it though, he was fun to be around and–
"you’re even better than me at this!" beomgyu grinned, shaking his head. turned out that you can clown yeonjun’s verse in blue hour even better than gyu and the two of you were amazed by that discovery.
"yah, y/n! are you with me on against me?!" yeonjun scoffed, crossing his arms. he tried to act cold but he had to fight the urge to smile because seeing you laugh like that, being happy like that… made his stomach erupt with butterflies.
you just pressed a finger to your nose and…
"neoneun naman-ui special–"
"yah!" yeonjun couldn’t hold it longer and laughed along with you and beomgyu.
[ I WILL LOVE HER ] you opened your eyes, feeling of yeonjun’s warm chest against your back making you feel fuzzy and cozy. you snuggled even closer onto him, if that was possible. but because of that, yeonjun woke up.
"look who woke up" he hummed, voice muffled because of his face buried in your hair.
"good morning" you mumbled, searching for his hand. yeonjun giggled softly at your actions and grabbed your hand, interlocking fingers with you.
"let’s just sleep a little longer" yeonjun whispered and how could you turn him down…
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#txt yeonjun#txt fluff#txt reactions#txt requests#txt scenarios#txt soft hours#txt imagines#txt headcanons#yeonjun fluff#yeonjun x reader#txt x reader#blue jisungs's requests
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‘leave, please’
luke hughes x reader
summary: luke comes home from wjc and is pissed cause they didn’t get the result they wanted and takes his anger out on you.
note: this is requested by an anon! It’s short but i think it’s fine.
You were there, at the airport the morning when lukes flight landed. when he claimed his luggage he walked towards to you. “hi.” you whisper gently and reach for a hug. he hugs you back, but the hug is quick. it’s weird. you walk towards to your car and turn on the car. luke sits on the passenger seat and looks out of the window.
“So got any plans?” You try to make converstation. “Mhm, gonna go to the game with duker.” he says. You just nod. You drive to the sophs house where you also live at.
“me and dylan are gonna leave now and go eat before heading to the arena.” luke says as he puts on his jacket. “Oh ok then.” you mumble. “Do you have something against it.” He asks. “no, but u know, i just thought we could chill before it but nevermind.” You say. “i have min before dylan comes.” he says and comes to the living room.
“so do you have something to comment of wjc?” you ask him. “so you just wanna talk of that, why do you got to do that.” he says. you look up at him when he stands up. “always you bring up things like that, i dont wanna talk to you anymore! leave! please.” he yells. you stand up and walk to your room. you start packing a suitcase, only taking needed stuff. when you walk down, luke has already left. you order an uber and go to your friends house.
Later that night when luke arrives back home and goes to his room to look for you but notices nothing else than, that your stuff is missing. he immediately opens his phone and calls you. you don’t answer and send him a text. ‘don’t call me. i’m fine, no need to pretend that you care’ it says. Luke reads the text over and over again. his eyes fill with tears as he punches the wall next to him. this causes the other boys to notice and go upstairs.
“what’s wrong?” eddy asks as he enters the room. “y/n, i took my anger out on her and now she left.” he cries. “I fucked up so bad, man why i got to be like this.” he continues. “you should go to apologize her.” Mark says. ”I don’t know where she is!” Luke says. ”She is at her best friends house.” Dylan says. The boys look at him confused how he knows. ”Snap map, duh.” He says. ”Damn when you became smart.” Mackie says. Luke grabs his keys and leaves to your best friends house.
He knocks and your best friend lili opens the door for him. ”how can i help u hughes.” She asks. ”Is y/n here?” He asks and peaks behind her. ”Nope.” Lili protest. ”C’mon, her snap map shows that she is here.” Luke says. ”Lili who is it?” Your voice shouts from the house. ”Y/n!!” Luke yells as you walk to behind lili. ”Shit.” You say. ”Please y/n talk to me, i’m sorry, i’m sorry that i took out my anger on you. I fucked up please.” You look at him and see that he is crying. ”Luke, you hurt me.” You say. ”I know i did baby but please forgive me, i can’t do this without you.” He cries.
You can’t protest against him anymore. You push past lili and pull luke for a hug. He cries into your shoulder. ”I’m sorry.” He mumbles. ”Shhh.” You try to calm him down. He lift his head up and kisses your head. ”Lets go home.” He says and grabs your suitcase what was still next to the door. ”I’m gonna make it up to you.” He says and kisses your cheek.
”Maybe when you move to jersey with me.” He mumbles. You whip your head his way and he winks.
#umich hockey#luke hughes#ethan edwards#nj devils#wjc 23#mark estapa#dylan duke#mackie samoskevich#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagine#luke hughes fic
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Pyrrhic
Cw for canon character death. Vaguely implied Michael/David.
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“It’s over,” Star gasps, elated with her newfound freedom. “It’s finally over.”
Michael doesn’t have the heart to tell her that it isn’t.
When she throws her arms around him he hears her pulse in stereo, rapid thumps that gradually slow without fear to act as a piston. Beneath the burned flesh reek of Max’s demise—Dwayne’s too—he can smell coppery, garlicky water and the acid wash of human sweat. Even in the darkness of their unlit home Michael can see the gleam of perspiration cutting through the soot on her face, on Sam’s.
He sees David clear as day, lying prone on the horns where Michael had thrown him, lifeless features cherubic and curiously smooth, as if someone had shaved his face in preparation for burial. No longer does he feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, or the curious magnetic draw of David’s presence.
What he does feel, as his mother and Sam pepper Grandpa with questions, is hunger. That terrible hunger like someone’s scraped his insides out with a melon baller, the monstrous desire that throbs in the roots of his fangs.
David had laughed when Michael proclaimed himself not to be a killer. Had watched with grim satisfaction as Michael’s face twisted to reflect the nature of the beast within, had twisted to become just like him.
How smug David would be, if only he were alive (unalive?) to be right.
There’s a cold, hollow sensation in Michael’s chest as he drifts across the breezy living room past the ash-blind eyes of the stuffed mountain lion to study the body more closely.
“Michael?”
He ignores the questioning call of his name in favour of tracing the line of David’s cheek with the pads of his fingers. Sadness settles on him, but it’s a strange kind of sadness, distant like he’s experiencing it third-hand. The anger that burns in his chest is bright and purifying in comparison.
“You lying son of a bitch,” he mutters. His newfound friends are all deader than dead, and for what? None of them had needed to die: not Marko, not Paul, not Dwayne. And definitely not David, who was never the head vampire to begin with. Monsters, murderers they were, but Michael would never have wished harm on them if he thought there was any other way.
If he only knew the truth, would the outcome be the same? Perhaps it would – perhaps they would’ve come to avenge Max as they came to avenge Marko. Or perhaps they would’ve treated Max’s death with the same casual disregard he showed for theirs.
“Stop fighting me, Michael! I don’t wanna kill you. Join us.”
Michael can never know; there’s no one left to ask. A bitter smile curls his lips. “I didn’t want to either,” he says, like David can hear him.
“Mike?” Sam moves towards him, sneakers scuffing through the dust. “You okay, bud?” His eyes are wide and white against his grubby face like the eyes of a startled animal.
“Don’t,” Michael warns, turning away from him. He can’t tell what his own eyes look like at the moment. Better not to look. “Stay away from me.”
“Michael, what’s wrong?” his mother asks, tired voice growing sharper with concern. She too, comes closer, heels clicking over the floorboards.
“I said stay back,” he snaps. God, it’s like they want him to eat them. Michael sees no point in dancing around the subject; better to do it quick, like tearing off a Band-Aid. “You’re not safe near me; I’m still one of them.” A pause. “And I’m...really hungry.”
Star now, adding her voice to the chorus. “What but that’s - me and Laddie are normal again, so why aren’t you?” She sounds so sad for him, like he’s the one who died or something.
“Because I—” Michael trails off, his throat suddenly too small to let the words out. Do monsters cry? It seems so.
“It’s because he made a kill,” Grandpa finishes for him.
“No,” Sam exclaims, as if his horror over the matter can make it simply untrue. “That guy’s not even human!”
Grandpa scratches his cheek. “I don’t know that humanity’s a requirement. Not exactly a lot of precedent – most vampires don’t exactly wait to start feeding.”
“B-but, the comic book said—"
“I told you before, this isn’t one of your comics.” Michael’s done talking now. The longer he stays, the harder this will be. There’s no way back. And what he is now is still him enough that it doesn’t want to eat any of the people here. Except Rambo #1 and Rambo #2; if he’s honest, he doesn’t feel a thing at the idea of eating them. But Sam will be sad, and this is going to mess him up enough without Michael chowing down on his friends right in front of him before he hits the road.
Michael turns back to David’s corpse. It seems wrong to leave him here like this, to be buried in the back forty or left out on the lawn to meet the rising sun. There’s not much left of the others, but he can take David home. He gets one arm under David’s shoulders and one under his thighs and lifts him off the horns, which slip free from his chest with an unpleasant squelch, dark blood running down the horns and dripping onto the floor as David lies limp in his arms like the inverse image of a bride.
He allows himself one backwards glance over his shoulder, his eye gleaming blue-yellow-blue as he drinks in the stricken realisation on his mother’s face, the confusion on Sam’s, the grim lines of acceptance across Grandpa’s features. “Don’t try and follow me,” he declares. “It won’t end well for you.” He doesn’t look at Star at all.
Michael strides out into the balmy night air with his burden and rises into the sky.
#sometimes we murder our darlings literally#the lost boys#michael tlb#the lost boys 1987#i wrote this in like 20 minutes in the bath#my writing stuff
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constellations tz!sister x j.drysdale
song rec:
The school day was over for the youngest zegras. and it was yet another horrible day. prom was coming up soon and everyone but her had a date. She always had to live in the shadows of her brother so the only time anyone ‘liked’ her or was her ‘friend’ was only to get closer to her brother. The only person she could go to was Jamie. He would sit and listen no matter what, he'd be there for her always. She was on her way to jamies house hoping Trevor wasn’t over. Once arriving she did their special knock and Jamie immediately answered, “hey pumpkin what brings you here today?” which she didn’t answer just hugged him tightly and that was enough for jamie to know it was a bad day. he quickly hugged her back picking her up and shutting the door before going to his room and sitting down on the bed with her next to him cuddled into his side. “I hate high school, I hate this stupid prom, I don't even want to go anymore. it's all so stupid-""hey woah slow down, start from the beginning what happened today?” jamie cut her off rubbing her back softly. “Everyone was talking about prom today and how everyone has dates and they would look at me when they would say ‘except some’ there were so many promposals and I hate it. I have never once been asked. no guy ever liked me and i don’t even have friends at that school they just want trevor it's always trevor this trevor that.” she grumbled moving, hiding her face more into his side as she let a few tears fall. “I'm sorry you feel like that pumpkin, but I promise you, you don't wanna miss out on this, not with it being your last one ever. make memories even if it's by yourself because in the end you won't even remember these people, only the memories you chose to make. plus i think you’d look beautiful in your dream dress, remember how happy it made you?” he said while pulling her face away from his side wiping her tears away but more began to slip after his speech and she hugged him so tight, which he returned. “thank you j, you’re the best ever i'm glad you’re my best friend.” she said while standing up. “I should get going though before Trevor throws a fit that I ‘got home late’ again” Jamie let out a soft laugh before walking her to her car. “Get home safe. and text me when you get there take care of yourself.” Jamie said and she smiled, “Will do. same to you, I'll see you later.” and with that she was gone and Jamie ran to his room continuing his plans.
once arriving home she texted Jamie to let him know she got there safely. upon entering her shared home with Trevor she forget to make sure it didn’t look like she had a breakdown and trev caught her stopping her from going up the stairs “what happened, why were you crying?” “it’s nothing i swear just stress.” she said trying to push past him but he moved and blocked her way once again. “no i'm tired of you shutting me out what's going on, we barely talk anymore.” he said looking at her only for her to look away, guilt filling her eyes. “yeah well that's nothing new anyways, we barely talked before we moved here so what's the difference now.” she snapped, pushing past him going up to her room. “melody rose zegras get back here now!” Trevor yelled chasing after her blocking her from her room. “I am sick of this melody. What is going on? Why don't you talk to me? i'm your big brother i want to hel-""you can't help Trevor when you are the reason why. Just leave me alone. please.” and with that Trevor moved from her door and she quickly went inside shutting the door and locking it. Trevor didn’t know what to do. his baby sisters pains were all because of him? but why. he decided to leave the house for a bit and go on a drive to try and clear his mind.
Somehow Trevor ended up at Jamie’s house. He was his only hope to find out what's going on with his sister, Jamie was the only person she’d ever talk to since the move to Anaheim. With a quick knock Jamie opened the door welcoming him in, “hey trev whats up?” Trevor walked inside taking a minute before turning to face his best friend “me and melody got into an argument, she said that im the reason why for her pains and i just don’t understand has she talked to you about it?” He questioned while sitting down on the couch. Jamie takes a minute and sits next to him. “She doesn’t have any friends at school, they all use her to try and get close to you. She’s living in your shadows trev.” Jamie told him calmly hoping he won't be upset but he just sighed. “Why wouldn’t she tell me though..” “Because trev she doesn’t like arguing and didn't want to risk an argument with you, your guy’s relationship is already rocky” and with that Trevor broke. he broke down crying and Jamie pulled him into a hug. He didn’t have any words, only guilt. “you’re a good friend jamie. Thank you for being her friend. Just promise me you’ll never fall in love with her'' Trevor finally calmed down and Jamie just nodded and Trev decided to part ways heading back home.
On the way home Trevor stopped to pick up his baby sister's favorite food. Arriving home he knocked on her door softly. “I’m sorry petal, Jamie explained to me about how you feel and i’m so sorry people treat you like that. you’re very special in your own way and i wish people would see that. Please don’t be mad at me. I miss you and I wouldn't be where I am in my career without you.” Melody was quick to open her door and hug her big brother tight. “I’m sorry for lashing out on you, I was upset and wanted to be left alone.” She shakily said while tears dropped down her cheeks. “I know petal. I know it’s okay, I'm here.” He said while wiping her tears away and helping her to the bed. “I got your favorite, figured you didn’t eat yet.” “Thank you trev.” The night went on and the two siblings finally caught up, no tension whatsoever. for now.
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Work Song pt2
Boys, when my baby found me, I was three days on a drunken sin. I woke with her walls around me, Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever. I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her, She never asked me once about the wrong I did
A/N: Warning this part does have descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks and brief mention of Suici. Ideation, Leon has trauma and I never see anyone write it so here you go! (hurt/comfort)
W/C: 1.2K
Leon whimpers, ears ringing as he startled awake, body soaked in sweat. He’s quick to try and move, sore body grasping at the blankets to free himself of the confines, his other hand shoots to his neck, pressing rough fingers to his skin.
Even as he stumbles in dark to the bathroom, he cant breathe, why can’t he breathe, he slaps his hand down onto the cold stone of the sink, legs giving out from under him, gasping loudly. He not full aware of the ruckus he’s making on the way down. His chest moves rapidly as he claws at his neck, eyes screwed shut.
Gentle fingers, guide the weak hands away, and sweet voice echoing in his ears. “Leon, Leon, breathe, please baby, it’s okay, you’re okay, I need you to breathe for me”
Slowly, he peels open his eyes, only able to make out your silhouette. He lets out a trembling exhale, before taking a few shaky breaths under the direction of your sleepy but concerned voice. He swallows heavily at your praise, chest deflating as his breathing enters a relatively normal pace. You make no move to turn on the bright lights, instead letting the moonlight bounce off the shiny materials of the bathroom floor, walls, and decor. Together, you stay on the floor of the bathroom, the cold tiles grounding leon.
You worriedly search through all his shattered pieces hoping to find the right one to slide everything back into place, “Do you wanna stay here, Leon?” You question, only giving him something simple, not wanting to entirely disrupt his recovering state. He response is croaked, and broken, but ultimately you understand, nodding before going to father a few things.
When you settle next to him once more there’s a blanket in your arms and a few bottles of water. You remind yourself to not push, that you have to give him space, and time to voice what he wants. This silence is nothing like what you’re used to, it’s heartrending and unpleasant. It leaves you empty, with nothing to do but think. You gaze over the dark finger shaped bruises that line his neck, and the way his eyes are blood shot and watery. He looks tense, every single muscle pulled tight, despite the seaming comfort and safety of your apartment. Your is chest tight with an emotion you don’t know how to disperse as he stays deathly still.
Leon’s eyes dart around the dark room, only aided by the streams of moonlight that float through your sheer curtains. He feels full with fear, mind and body warring against each other. He keeps trying the strategies that you taught him but he cant help it, eyes tearing up, as he turns his head. He notices your troubled look, which sends him into an weeping frenzy. Leon’s hiccuping, head snapping back to the front as he curses, hands flying to cover his face, shame and embarrassment consuming him.
You try to conjure up a way to bring him some solace, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you scoot a bit closer. You’re hesitant, not wanting to set him off even more, or cause another panic attack to swarm his already overstimulated body. Even with your worries, you move, one leg thrown over both of his, pressing your weight into his thighs, leaving space between you, just in case.
You pull his hands away from his face, again, placing them on your waist. Leon cries more, grip tightening as he feels you, knows you’re there. He hisses, still sobbing and you’re desperately searching for a way to calm him down.
“Don’t cry, baby, please, tell me what’s wrong? what can I do,” You plead, voice breaking, hands gingerly making their way to his splotchy cheeks. You move carefully, eyes on his shiny blue ones, watching for any giveaways as you wipe away the wetness. His skin is smooth and warm under your fingers, he feels so alive under you despite how you know he must feel.
Leon takes a deep breath, deep enough to move you in his lap, before he begins mumbling. It’s quiet and broken, “How can I claim to be a police officer when i can’t- I couldn’t even save-“
It shatters you, but you suck it up, breathing deeply. Nodding and listening to him ramble on about how he’s such a failure and how weak he is. You let him rant, knowing he needs to get this off his chest, but something in you snaps when he whispers, “I should’ve died..”
You gasp, heart breaking, as you stutter, “Leon,” Your watery eyes jump over his features, sniffling while trying to find the right words. There’s a sort of anger that wants to bubble it’s way up but you can’t find it in yourself to be anything but gentle, “There was nothing you should have done but try to live, Leon.”
And his lips tremble, grip tightening on you as he looks at you through clumped lashes. His eyes glisten, watching as your own lips tremble, “Can, I hug you?” You watch him swallow hard, thinking before nodding lightly, quickly adding “Just one arm..” Immediately you understand, moving to lay your head on his shoulder, one arm slung so that you can play in his hair that rests near the back of his head while the other makes it’s home on his side.
And like this you squeeze yourself into him, chest to chest, practically fusing your bodies. You hands glide effortlessly, as you think on what to say to help quiet the loud screams and shrieks of guilt that you know flow through his mind. You try and fail to hide your own growing sniffles that has Leon wrapping his arms around you tighter. You laugh, knowing that in his grip there was a question, you don’t wait to answer,
“Just thinking,” You try to swallow the heavy lump in your throat, hands moving over his solid chest, feeling his heartbeat. “About what?” You’re certain he knows, but you entertain him, chuckling while you pull back enough to look at his face fully.
“About you,” head tilting as you swallow uselessly once again, “how i could’ve lost you.” Your hands squeeze in their respective places, “how i felt the days after news broke and I wondered if i was ever going to see you again, Leon.”
You look deeply into his eyes as you keep rambling, “About how scared you must have been, how scared you must be. About how much I love you.” It feels like a delicate secret, something only reserved for moonlit hours, but Leon doesn’t miss a beat,
“I love you too”
Your head tips, letting out a twisted laugh, eventually you settle back into your previous position, your hands cup his face as you whisper, “No, Leon, I love you” You makes sure to emphasize his name, and the word love. Just like before, he’s quick, mouth moving with purpose, “I love you.”
Leon’s eyes flick from yours to your plush lips and back up. There’s a moment of time when everything feels slow but oh so right before he’s lurching forward to kiss you like you’ve both always wanted. It’s deep and a little frantic, but it’s needed, that night you devour one another whole.
#resident evil leon#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy fanfic#leon fluff#leon angst#leon x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#gn!reader#re2 leon#leon kennedy#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy angst#re2 remake#trauma#panic attack#anxiety attack#tw
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Snow Bunny: Part 1 (Bob x Reader)
Summary: One little critter becomes a big part of yours and Bob’s lives
Notes: So, I recently saw a fic that was really cute where it was a Phoenix x little!Reader where she ends up getting them a bunny stuffie along with the slightly adorable and really steamy fics where Bob calls the Reader “bunny” and my brain got rolling. Big, big shoutout to you guys for the writing you do, I wish I knew your names so I could really give the credit where it’s due.
Tagging: @nobody7102 and @sebsxphia
Bozeman, MT
December 7th, 2022
You were so close.
So......friggin....close.
“C’mon baby, one more, one more,” Bob encouraged as he held your leg.
You were exhausted, almost out of breath from having been in labor since midnight. You could feel the tiny little human trying to make her way out of you, eager to enter the world and meet you and Bob. Your face scrunched up as you pushed, Bob’s free hand on the back of your head as you let out an exhausted breath, the feeling of relief suddenly washing right over you.
A tiny cry filled the room before your daughter was placed on your chest. She was tiny!!!! Tiny and red faced with a howl that would have put your husky to shame. She couldn’t have been any more than five pounds on the dot!!
“Baby you’re unbelievable,” Bob said as he leaned down and kissed you, the tears starting to well in his eyes as you returned the kiss. “She’s so beautiful.”
Deidre Bridget Floyd was officially welcomed into the family on December 7th at 8:15 in the morning, the snow falling harder than it had the night before. The nurses took their time helping you with any last minute details before taking Deidre for her shots. You looked at Bob who paced anxiously around the room, worried that there would be a huge trench in the floor from the amount of pacing he had done. Once the nurse wheeled Deidre back in, the tension on his shoulders had lifted quickly.
It wasn’t long before Bob noticed his little princess’s tiny hands balling into a fist, her annoyed little cries threatening to get louder before he handed her off to you.
“God I can’t believe how tiny she is,” you remarked as Deidre latched onto you to feed.
“Auggie was tiny and he got big pretty quick,” Bob pointed out as he crawled in beside you.
“Yeah but Auggie was a preemie, remember?”
How could he have forgotten? Tiny little August had already shot up like a weed at three years old along with his Irish twin, Patrick.
“Ah well,” you sighed. “She’s here and that’s all that matters.”
“I’m just relieved we finally have a girl,” Bob chuckled. “I love the boys to pieces, but Nat needs someone she can teach when she gets older.”
You laughed a little and noticed a slight tickling sensation against the skin of your breast. “Her little nose is twitching,” you said to Bob.
A huge smile began to form on Bob’s face as he kissed the silky tufts of dark blonde hair on Deidre’s head. “She’s like a tiny baby bunny,” he cooed.
“Hey, don’t you start with that....” you joked.
Bob laughed before he propped himself up a little bit and finally got up from your bed. “That reminds me,” he said. “I’ve got something for her.”
He went to the window seat where his duffel bag was, unzipping the top before drawing something out of the bag. When he showed you, you nearly gasped. It was a little stuffed white bunny, a little too big for her to hold, but adorable nonetheless with its floppy little ears and the pale pink silk ribbon around its neck.
“Oh Bob where did you....?”
“My sister found this and thought it’d be perfect,” Bob said. “I mean she can’t hold it right now but.....”
“Bob it’s perfect,” you told him. “She’ll love it, I promise you.”
Bob crawled back in beside you, hooking his arm around your shoulders before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. His hand gently stroked Deidre’s hair and the soft spots on her head. “You wanna hold her?” you asked him.
Bob eagerly took his baby girl into his arms, tangled a little in her pink crochet blanket. You snapped a picture of Bob holding her and giving her a gentle little Eskimo kiss with the tip of his nose, promptly setting it as your background and sending it to the rest of the gang.
“I love you my little snow bunny,” Bob whispered. “You and your Momma both.”
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You Are so Beautiful,
carl grimes (Part Two)
Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader (she/her)
A/N: Part two to You Are so Beautiful. I hoped you enjoyed the first part and if you’re just now seeing this, you should go read part one. (Again, credits to @cosmic-flwers !!)
warnings: “borderline” smut (no actual sex just getting there ig), a few season 7 spoilers!!
Season 7 Carl Grimes so he’s around 17-18, Y/N is the same age as Carl and is Negan’s daughter. Told from first person P.O.V. (Y/N’s P.O.V.)
!! proof read !!
Summary for part one: While on a walk Y/N heard a scream coming from Carl and Judith crying. She went to their house and saw Carl covering his wound with his hand. (context — Carl was trying to get Judith to go take a nap, she refused and scratched his wound causing him to scream.) Y/N bribed Judith with candy, she soon fell asleep, and Y/N offered to clean up Carl’s wound and give him a new bandage.
Y/N: purple
Carl: blue
Rick: green
Negan: orange
Enjoy!
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“Is your dad here or is it just you and Judy?” I asked Carl.
“My dad has been out for a bit but he never told me when he’d be back.” He replied.
“Then we better make this quick.” I said, Carl not hesitating to toss his flannel and shirt to the ground. Once that was out of the way he helped me take my top off, biting his lip as the fabric lifted. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, allowing me to straddle him. He placed soft kisses on my neck and collarbone, leaving a few, bright, plum marks on my skin. (those were going to be hard to hide) The feeling of his soft hands against every inch of my waist felt amazing. He placed a firm hand on my jaw to kiss me. His lips were so fucking soft, along with his tongue that managed to sneak into my mouth; though, I can’t complain.
It hadn’t been long before us giving each other, “soft kisses” became a full blown “make out session.”
Carl’s belligerent kisses caused a piercing moan to slip away from my lips.
“Be quiet.” He ordered, “Judith is still asleep, remember?”
“I can’t help it!” I said panting, practically gasping for air. My body shuddered with pleasure when I felt him growing beneath me. He gave me one last, gentle, kiss and looked up at me, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You sure you wanna do this?” My pussy began to throb after hearing his words. Asking for a girl’s consent is such a simple yet hot think for a guy to do, especially during the apocalypse since the law “doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Yeah-Yes. I’m sure.” I said, eager for him to fuck me. I slid my shoes and socks off as he unbuttoned my pants. I stood up so they could simply fal to the ground, doing the same for my bra. I snapped my fingers in Carl’s face after noticing he was getting a bit distracted. I began to unbutton his jeans but before he could take them off we heard a door open from far away, jumping at the sound of Rick’s voice.
“Carl?” Rick yelled from the living room.
“Shit.” I gave Carl a “we’re fucked” kind of look.
“One second, Dad!” He buttoned his jeans and put his shirt on. I put my top on and tried to pull my pants up as quick as I could after hearing foot steps coming closer to the bathroom door.
“Carl-Carl?! Y/N?!” I looked like a deer in headlights when I saw Rick’s eyes watching his son’s hands as he buttoned my pants.
“I-I should probably get-going…” I stuttered, trying to get passed Rick.
“Hey, you’re forgetting your uhm…” Rick pointed at my bra that was on the floor. I turned around and let out a loud, annoyed, groan.
“You stupid slut.” I mumbled to myself.
“How about you two get… Decent and then come downstairs. We’re having a talk.” Rick slammed the bathroom door shut.
“I’m so fucking screwed.” Carl told me the minute his dad was gone.
“Me too.” I laughed.
“Not as much as me, you won’t get in trouble by your dad.” He assumed.
“And how do you know that?”
“Well, first off, your dad actually likes me and second, he’s an asshole but seems to be a lot cooler than my dad is.”
“Wait, your dad doesn’t like me?”
“It’s not that he doesn’t like you…He doesn’t-Trust you.”
“That doesn’t make it any better!” I pouted. We walked outside of the bathroom and downstairs into the living room, when me and Carl sat one the couch at trembled at the sight of Rick’s “death stare.”
“You two have got to understand why having sex isn’t the best idea with how everything is right now.” I sighed in relief, maybe we weren’t as fucked as we thought we were.
“Dad, I know but… We’ll be fine.” I nodded in response to Carl’s comment.
It didn’t make much sense to me since, from my knowledge, there isn’t any access to condoms nor birth control with how the world is right now.
“With what condoms?” It was as if Rick was reading my mind.
“Well, I found some in-In your room plus, Glenn was stocked up so… Yeah.” Carl gave a light chuckle regretting bringing up the dead member.
“Not trying to be selfish or anything like that but… You won’t tell my dad, will you? He doesn’t even know I’m here right now.” I blurted out.
“You know… Now that you’re bringing it up, I will. I’m sure he’d love to hear that you’re causing trouble.” I was quite annoyed by the cocky smile on Rick’s face, I did nothing to him to deserve his wishes upon my downfall. “Where is he right now?”
“Grab Judith, she’s asleep in her room, I’ll show you.” I said, looking at Carl with an ashamed look on my face. Rick grabbed Judith and the three of them followed me back to my dad who was still outside “working.”
“Finally, you’re back! Wait-What are they doing with you?” My dad asked me.
“Y/N and C-”
“Oh! I asked her. Not you.”
“Actually-Rick was needing to talk to you about… Something.”
“Well then, go ahead.”
“Your daughter and my son were, about to, have sex before I stopped em’. I just thought you should know that since I know how protective you are of her.” My body was full of annoyance, Rick was making such a big deal out of nothing and for no reason!
“Okay.” My dad shrugged.
“Okay?” Rick laughed in shock.
“Do you think I actually would have given a single fuck about Y/N•N having sex? And anyway, if she’s going to have sex with anyone I’m perfectly fine with it being your son.” It’s not that my dad doesn’t care about my own health or safety, he just knows that it’s stupid to get all worked up over something like this.
“Are you being serious?” Me and Carl began to laugh at Rick’s dramatic reaction.
“They’re horny teenagers, they probably barely ever seen anyone that’s they’re age. So yes, I am being serious because, once again, our kids having sex is the least of anyone’s problems right now.”
“Told you that your dad was cool.” Carl looked at me with an annoyingly cute smirk.
“Shut up.”
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